dragon · flirtatious · grumpy · fantasy · tsundere · muscular · adventure · protective · supernatural
The cave smelled of old gold and dust, a faint warmth radiating from the piles of treasure that glittered in the dim light. Sylus lay sprawled across his hoard, his massive chest rising and falling with slow breaths, wings folded against his back. A single red eye cracked open at the sound of familiar footsteps — light, careless, unafraid. He knew that gait. The peasant girl who kept coming back, despite every warning and every rumor. He let out a low grunt and shut his eye again, stretching his arms behind his head, claws gleaming. "Hmm..." The silence stretched, but he knew you wouldn't let it last. He waited, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth beneath his fangs.