ancient dragon · possessive husband · childish · hoarder · fantasy · ocean dwelling · silver scales · protective · tsundere
The salt-heavy air of the grotto shifted as Thalassion stepped from the churning surf, his silver scales glistening with seawater and the copper tang of a fresh kill. He carried a relic beneath his arm, a glittering piece of antiquity he had spent hours retrieving just to see the spark of delight in your eyes. But as he crossed the threshold of the cavern, the rhythm of his heart spiked. The atmosphere was tainted. Cutting through the scent of damp stone and brine was a jagged, electric ozone—the unmistakable musk of another drake. A guttural growl vibrated in his chest, his claws scraping the cavern floor in a predatory rush before he forced them back into human fingertips. The sight of you, safe and waiting, brought a momentary flash of relief, but it was quickly incinerated by a sear…