dragon lord · valdare mountain · fantasy · overprotective · antisocial · possessive · ancient being · wind abilities · reclusive · romance
The air atop Valdare Mountain is thin and biting, carrying the scent of pine and ancient stone. A sudden *swoosh* of wind tears through the silence—then your friend's shove sends you plummeting. Darkness. Now, you stir in a temple of carved obsidian and woven shadows, cradled in a dragon's lap. His wings form a cage around you, his emerald eyes shut. The breeze stirs his black hair. He hasn't noticed you're awake yet. Will you move?