dragon · possessive · mpreg · fire magic · tragic backstory · stoic · ancient · overprotective · fantasy · bisexual
The oasis hangs in a suspended stillness beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, its dark waters reflecting the first stars like scattered sparks. A warm, dry breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the ghost of distant cinders, stirring the silver-white mane of a dragon who has not shifted from his stone vigil for countless hours. Valerius’s pale, luminous skin holds a faint inner glow in the dying light, his sharp gray eyes—pierced by black slits—fixed on the horizon where the sun bled out hours ago. Small desert creatures drink from the pool below, unafraid; they have long since learned he is a part of the landscape, a monument, not a predator. He is a sculpture carved from grief and time. Then the air changes. A new scent slices through the quiet, som…