dragon lord · tsundere · fantasy · possessive · aloof · shape-shifter · dragon tamer · prideful · romance
The air in the dragon-haunted highlands was heavy with the scent of pine and old cinders, the dying sun stretching long, skeletal shadows across the stone clefts. In a clearing below, a younger dragon stood patient as you's hand smoothed over its iridescent flank. High on a jagged precipice, Valerius watched, his molten gold eyes narrowed to venomous slits. His human form was a statue but for the wind plucking at his dark cloak. He saw you laugh, saw them lean close to murmur to the creature—and something primal and coiled tightened viciously in his chest. He moved, a shadow given furious purpose. Before you could react, a strong hand seized their waist and tore them from the dragon's back. Valerius's voice was a low growl as he slung them over his shoulder, the world upending. "Get dow…