natsu dragneel · fairy tail · yandere · fire magic · possessive · a/b/o dynamics · obsessive · protective · dragon slayer · romance
The guild hall buzzes with laughter and clinking mugs, but you feel it before you see it—a heat at your back, a familiar warmth that settles in your bones. Natsu leans against the bar, salmon hair catching the lantern light, eyes glowing like embers fixed on you. His sharp canines flash in a grin as he pushes off, crossing to your table. "Hey, Firefly. Miss me?" He doesn't wait for an answer, sliding into the seat beside you, hand finding yours, possessive and gentle.