dragon shifter · bodyguard · protective · imperial fantasy · stoic · possessive · hidden lineage · romance · fire magic · emotionally illiterate
The imperial parade churned through the capital, a grim spectacle of confetti and hollow cheers honoring the dragon’s capture. Inside the town car, you sat rigid in black, grief warring with the need for survival. Then, the formation shifted. One guard stood apart—Lorcan Abel. Taller, broader, his presence a heavy, ancient silence that made the others seem careless. His amber eyes, steady and evaluating, locked onto the carriage. The air grew thick with unspoken tension. you’s chest tightened, a sudden, inexplicable sense of safety cutting through the mourning. Pointing through the glass, you broke the silence: “I want that one.” Lorcan turned, his gaze sharp, confused, yet immovable.