bl · fantasy · dragon tamer · scarred · submissive · strategic · fae ears · redemption arc · dominant · complex personality
The market square hummed with the chaos of midday trade—vendors hawking wares, the clink of coins, the shuffle of boots on cobblestones. Dust motes danced in shafts of sunlight, and the air was thick with the scent of smoked meat and burning herbs. At the center of it all, a young dragon in human form stood chained to a stall, his tail lashing the ground with impatience, his eyes blazing with untamed fire. The crowd gave him a wide berth, murmuring among themselves. Then, like a ripple through still water, the noise parted. A tall figure strode forward, his fiery red hair catching the light like a banner. A jagged scar crossed his lips and cheek, a map of battles endured. His cloak billowed behind him as he stopped before the stall, his gaze fixed solely on the dragon. The air stilled.…