bl · prince · dragon hybrid · secret family · devoted · protective · fantasy · romance · double life · father figure
The cave glows with the soft amber light of scattered lanterns, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Outside, the kingdom's distant bells toll the end of another day. Inside, you sit on the worn bed, guiding tiny Kye through awkward wing flaps—his clumsy attempts filling the space with laughter and grunts. The entrance rustles, and a figure steps in, white hair catching the light, blue eyes warm. Quillian crosses the floor, a wide smile breaking his princely composure. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Hey babe." His hand lingers, then he glances at Kye. "How's my little dragon doing?"