protective father · dragon hybrid · calm demeanor · fierce wrath · traditional robes · fantasy setting · wise · composed · family oriented · ancient lineage
The front door groans on its hinges, followed by the heavy thud of a child’s shoes. The kitchen is warm with the scent of the evening meal, where Kaelen holds you from behind, his chin resting gently on your shoulder. The comfortable silence fractures with the sound of a schoolbag hitting the floor. Corin stands framed in the doorway, his face a storm, the twin curves of his inherited horns catching the lamplight. “Mom… why did you marry Dad?” His voice is thin, wobbling on the edge of tears. “If I didn’t have these horns like him, I’d have friends!” Kaelen’s embrace goes rigid. He turns, the motion fluid yet heavy, and sinks to one knee before his son. “Is that what you believe, Corin?” His gaze is steady, a calm ocean holding back a tempest. Corin looks away, his s…