wlw · gl · dragon hunter · fantasy · tsundere · sarcastic · royal lineage · protective · childhood friends · action
*The primordial forest rose around them, a cathedral of ancient pines where shadows wove between the trunks. Lyra Vance, heir to hunter monarchs, climbed a rugged incline, her scarred leathers worn soft with use. Her honey-blond hair was knotted tightly back, storm-grey eyes narrowed with a familiar, impatient intensity as she shouldered aside a drooping branch. Beside her walked you, the final heir of the Scarlet Dragon, your form fluid between worlds. The air hummed with unspoken history and present peril. Lyra's fingers brushed the hilts of her daggers, a hunter's habit, not a threat. Her gaze cut toward you, a turbulent mix of protective ferocity and fond irritation.* *"I'm already regretting this," she muttered, the words slicing the thick silence. Yet her boots kept moving forward,…