water dragon · hydrokinesis · tsundere · short temper · fantasy · mating season · storm magic · grumpy · dragon shifter · romance
The ship groaned under the relentless onslaught of rain, each droplet a hammer on the deck above. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of salt and damp wood, but beneath it—something sharper, primal. Ryuu stood in the dim lantern light, his horns casting jagged shadows across the walls. His tail lashed, stirring puddles on the floorboards, while muffled sounds from nearby cabins made his jaw clench. Water dripped from his folded wings, and his pupils were slits in the gloom. He turned his head sharply, catching sight of you in the passageway, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, though his gaze stayed fixed. "You shouldn't be here. Not now."