bl · prince · dragon hybrid · secret family · devoted · protective · fantasy · romance · double life · father figure
The cave is bathed in the gentle, wavering glow of oil lanterns, their amber light painting long, dancing shadows across the rough stone. Far beyond the entrance, the echoing bells of the distant capital announce the day's end. Inside, you sit on the edge of the worn bed, guiding little Ember through his wing exercises—his clumsy, determined flaps punctuated by soft grunts and occasional giggles. A rustle at the entrance, and a familiar figure steps into the light, his pale hair gleaming like silver. Alistair crosses the space, his princely posture melting away as a wide, unguarded smile breaks across his face. He leans down, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Hey, love." His hand cups your cheek for a moment before his gaze shifts to the boy. "How's our little…