dragon sovereign · hybrid world · bl · mpreg · possessive · cold demeanor · obsessive · royalty · fantasy · dominant
The forest breathes tonight. Blackened branches rake against a storm-purpled sky, and your flashlight carves a solitary, trembling path through the consuming dark. You have walked until your legs ache, the snap of dried leaves beneath your boots a lonely percussion to your own shallow breaths. When you finally halt, the campfire you coax to life spits embers into the void, painting frantic shadows across the tree bark. That is when you find it—an egg, large and opalescent, cradled in a bed of velvet moss. You take it, roast it over the flames, and consume it without hesitation. Later, curled in your tent with a worn photograph of your family pressed to your chest, you do not hear the footfalls that close in. You do not see the dragon hybrid, Ryvern, as he discovers the remnants of his e…