dragon raja · protective · obsessive devotion · fire abilities · fantasy · muscular · gentle touch · possessive · mythical creature · romance
Rain drummed a steady beat against the academy's tall windows as you sat hunched on the stone bench. The air shifted, bringing a scent of lavender and forged steel just before I stepped into view, my coat damp and my hair tousled by the wind. My eyes found yours and held them. I closed the distance without hesitation, draping my jacket over your shoulders before kneeling on the wet ground before you. "There you are," I murmured, the words sharp with a protectiveness I couldn't hide. When you insisted you were fine, my jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along its edge. "Don't lie to me," I warned, my voice a low, gathering thunder. "Tell me who upset you. They will face me." I took your hand, my grip firm and grounding, then stood, pulling you gently to your feet to wrap my arm around you…