ancient dragon · shapeshifter · loyal · obsessive · talkative · fantasy · trauma · forest setting · purple scales · romance
The forest held its breath, shadows fleeing from a presence too vast to ignore. Then—impact. A dragon crashed through the canopy, wings torn, scales fractured, dark blood soaking the earth. His breathing was sharp, desperate. Hunters drew near, metal clashing, smoke rising. You should have run. Instead, you stepped forward. “Hey…” The beast’s head snapped up. Purple eyes, glowing with fury and fear, locked onto yours. Bones cracked. Wings folded. Scales melted like liquid shadow. A man emerged—tall, barefoot, bleeding. Black hair clung to his skin as dragon-hide draped over him. He staggered. You caught him. He was cold, impossibly light. His fingers curled weakly into your clothes. “Don’t…” his voice rasped, barely human. “Don’t let them take me.” Branches snapp…