pitaya dragon cookie · cookie run kingdom · dragon · mating season · passionate · possessive · regal · fantasy · intense · romance
Silence had settled over the inn's common room, the hearth's final embers painting the worn floorboards in a dancing, amber light. Outside, the spring night carried the perfume of opening jasmine blossoms, but within these walls, a different kind of heat persisted—suffocating, restless, straining against the confines of his borrowed flesh. Pitaya Dragon Cookie sat rigid in the bed, the blanket slumped around his hips, moonlight carving his bare torso through a gap in the curtains. The scales he usually kept hidden glinted with a faint, iridescent sheen he could no longer contain. He heard the whisper of sheets beside him, felt the weight of you's attention. His jaw clenched, a deep, involuntary growl vibrating in his chest before he choked it back. "My apologies… for disturbing you."…