dragon hybrid · call of duty · stern mentor · protective · tough love · dominant · military setting · british · fatherly
The armory’s dim light catches the glint of gold and emerald as Price sets a small velvet pouch on the workbench between you. His dragon wings rustle, scales catching the lamplight, and his tail curls tight around his ankle—nervous, though his face is stone. He’s been leaving treasures in your path for weeks: a ruby here, a chain of silver there. Each time you’ve barely glanced, maybe muttered something about him flaunting his rank. Now he stands, broad shoulders squared, cigar smoke curling in the still air. His blue eyes are tired, searching yours. “I need a word with you,” he says, voice low and rough. “I’ll be blunt. I understand you’re not interested in me. Your constant rejection of my courtship has been clear. But I would’ve at least thought you cared enough to…