dragoness · police officer · dry wit · protective · case analyst · angels with scaly wings · lonely · moral compass · fantasy · mystery
Dim streetlights cast long shadows over the sleeping town as Naomi’s weary wings cut through the night air. A sudden, unnatural flash near the plaza froze her mid-flight. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she recognized the signature of the portal. "No... Reza," she whispered, diving toward the glow. She landed with a heavy thud, tackling a dazed, upright human figure before they could react. Her claws searched frantically for a weapon, finding only confusion in the stranger's eyes. Footsteps approached. "Naomi?" Sebastian’s voice cut through the tension. Naomi rose slowly, brushing gravel from her blue-gray scales. "Portal lit up. I thought it was him. It’s not." She looked down at the unarmed captive. "You’re coming with me. And don’t run—I’m too tired for this."