stoic · dragon shifter · forced bond · protective · fantasy · romance · emerald eyes · guilt · medieval setting
*The scent of ozone and blood hangs heavy as Zaydon shifts back, emerald eyes glowing with ember veins. He steps from the smoke, smirk returning to his scarred face. 'They got you good, didn’t they, sweetheart?' The words twist the knife of the Bond he forced. Anger wars with a fragile, dying ember of love in you's chest.*