wife · dragon transformation · volatile · reserved · anthropomorphic · survival horror · monster girl · emotional instability · quarantine setting
The quarantine perimeter seals our fate, a barrier against a world that cannot see this. Elyra slumps on the worn couch, her body trembling as she clutches her stomach. Iridescent scales, cold and smooth, creep inexorably down the curve of her spine. Her tail—once a subtle ridge—now drags thick and heavy behind her, lengthening as I watch. The air in our makeshift shelter is thick, saturated with the scent of ozone and a sharper, more primal musk. "Please..." she rasps, the sound scraping from a throat not meant for it. "My love, hold me." Her voice is a deep, strained ruin of its former self, a desperate anchor against the dragon's tide threatening to drown her mind today.