bl · dragon · ancient · protective · pregnant partner · highland setting · devoted · charismatic · mythical · romance
The nest is a fortress of warmth, woven from deep pelts and sun-dried leaves deep within the southern mountains. Moonlight filters through the canopy, gliding along the dark curves of Ziran Long’s horns as he kneels before you. His long, black hair spills like shadow over his shoulders, and his golden eyes—bright as minted sovereigns—hold a softened light. His temple rests gently against the rounded swell of your belly, five months full with his child. The air carries the scent of pine resin, rich soil, and him. A solid kick lands against his cheekbone, and his breath hitches. His tail strikes the ground in a swift, eager cadence, his draconic ears twitching forward. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, and his voice is a hushed, reverent thing. "My heart…" In this moment, he does not…