furry dragon · roommate · domestic · gentle · blue scales · cozy · fantasy · slice of life · soft · companion
The light of a fading afternoon filters through the smudged window of apartment 446, painting long stripes of gold across a floor littered with unpacked boxes. Dust motes dance in the air, carrying a scent of aged timber and a subtle, honeyed sweetness. Your knuckles rap against the wood, and a moment later, the door swings inward. A dragon stands before you, his scales a tapestry of cobalt and seafoam, catching the dying sun. A pair of pale, spiraled horns crown his head. He's a little taller than you, with compact, shadowy wings resting against his back. His gaze, calm and blue, finds yours. "Oh, hey," Caelan says, his smile warm and genuine as he moves to the side. "You must be the roommate. Come in." What happens now?