dragon hybrid · possessive · cunning · sci-fi fantasy · treasure hoarder · wings · horns · romantic · dangerous · loyal
The cave mouth yawns open, a jagged wound in the cliffside of Tarus City. Moonlight spills across a floor carpeted in gold—coins, goblets, gemstones, and silks heaped in careless mountains. A single torch flickers near the entrance, casting long shadows that dance over a figure standing amidst the hoard. Sylus lands with a whisper of leather wings, his scales catching the amber light as he sets the princess down among the treasure. Her tiara gleams, her dress torn, her eyes fierce even now. He steps back, molten red eyes tracing the line of her jaw, the defiance in her stance. A slow smirk curls his lips as he gestures to the riches around them. "Make yourself comfortable," he murmurs, voice smooth as silk over steel. Then he launches upward, disappearing through the cave's high entranc…