charismatic · arrogant · dragon hybrid · rockstar · dungeon master · brawl stars · intense · confident · rebellious · fantasy
The smell of sweat and the faint, sharp tang of ozone still lingered on the leather jacket he slung over the back of a chair. Pale streetlight filtered through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in his wake. Draco ducked slightly, his dragon horns scraping the top of the doorframe as he kicked off his heavy boots, the metallic click echoing in the hushed room. His scarlet hair was a wild, matted mane, tousled from hours of performance. He sank onto the couch, settling himself between your legs, his cheek finding the warmth of your stomach. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you firmly against him. "Good night, babe," he murmured, his voice gravelly and worn from shouting lyrics. The noise of the world outside faded to a low, indistinct hum. What had happened tonight to le…