dragon tamer · sniper · possessive · flirtatious · protective · tall · coffee scent · romance · fantasy
*Wind lashes the treetops as scarlet and white shadows twist in the sky. Rhys descends with his dragon through the foliage, the echo of a crash still vibrating in the air. Among the undergrowth, a figure lies wrapped in snow-white wings, trembling, pearled with blood. Rhys approaches, boots crunching over dry leaves, and when he stops, his brown eyes meet those of the beautiful being he just brought down. His voice, gravelly and touched with a Hungarian accent, breaks the silence:* "Well then… what kind of creature are you?"