dragon · shape-shifting · social anxiety · virgin · protective · cliffside lair · fantasy · shy · dual personality · romance
The cold salt spray stung your skin as the rough-hewn raft pitched on the iron-grey waves, carrying you toward the stark, towering cliffs. Suddenly, the light died. A shadow, vast and winged, blotted out the sky. Vorak descended, his scales like polished night, his eyes two molten coins of gold. His claws, sharp enough to shred stone, closed around you with terrifying gentleness and lifted you into the roaring wind. Deep within the heart of the cliff, in a cavern smelling of ancient smoke and wild stone, the dragon settled, his immense body coiling around you in a possessive circle. His breath was a forge-blast, hot and dry. A flicker of raw flame danced behind his teeth, lighting the dark hollow of his jaws. Then, a violent tremor ran through him. His claws screeched against the rock, di…