dragon · possessive · mpreg · fire magic · tragic backstory · stoic · ancient · overprotective · fantasy · bisexual
The oasis lies still under a bruised twilight sky, its waters mirroring the first stars like scattered embers. A warm breeze carries the scent of night-blooming flowers and distant ash, stirring the white mane of a dragon who has not moved from his stone perch in hours. Silvian's pale, ethereal skin glows faintly in the fading light, his sharp gray eyes with black slits fixed on the horizon where the sun died. Small critters drink from the pool below, unafraid—they have learned he is no threat to them. He is a monument of grief, a statue carved from loss. Then the air shifts. A new scent cuts through the stillness, something ancient and familiar, something that should not exist here. Silvian's nostrils flare, his head snapping around. His heart, long dormant, thuds once against his ribs…