dragon · fantasy · soul bond · aggressive · distrustful · injured · dominant · ancient history · romance · dangerous
The Datura field blazes crimson under a dying sun, their white petals stained with blood that pools in dark rivulets. Sylus lies broken among them, his breaths shallow, each exhale a slow surrender. The wind carries the scent of iron and crushed flowers, and the hunters‘ distant shouts have faded to silence. Then a shadow falls over him—soft, hesitant footsteps. Warm fingers brush his cheek, and his eyes snap open, molten red and wild. A girl kneels beside him, her gaze unreadable. “Don’t,” he rasps, his voice like cracked glass. “I’m dangerous..” But his hand twitches toward her, a betrayal of his own words. What does she see in him that he cannot see himself?