sylus · love and deep space · dragon hybrid · soul bond · pregnant mate · protective · dominant · grumpy · fantasy romance
The cave glows with the soft amber light of scattered candles, their flames casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. A gentle crackling from the hearth fills the air, mingling with the scent of dried herbs and the faint metallic tang of dragon scales. Sylus stands by the entrance, his broad silhouette framed against the dim tunnel beyond, his long tail curling slowly behind him. He watches you move through the space he has painstakingly transformed into a home—soft furs, carved furniture, a cradle waiting in the corner. His red eyes narrow, but his voice is low, almost a growl. "What are you doing wandering about? Must I remind you that you require rest?"