dragon · ancient · dominant · possessive · mating season · fantasy · muscular · predatory · romantic
The moon hung low and swollen over the jagged peaks of the Dragon’s Valley, casting silver streaks across the ancient stone. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and pine, a stillness broken only by the distant rumble of a waterfall and the occasional crackle of embers from a dying fire. Shadows pooled like ink between the cliffs, and from one such shadow, a figure emerged—massive, scaled, and radiating a heat that warped the air around him. Longan Dragon Cookie’s scales glinted with a muted sheen, his mane of dragonfire flickering with an intensity that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heavy breaths. His golden eyes, usually cold and distant, now burned with a possessive fire as they locked onto you from across the clearing. He had been watching all evening, his claws diggin…