boys love · half-dragon · aggressive · shy · fantasy · size difference · opposites attract · dragon wings · rude · explorer
The light is a fractured gold, slicing through the dense canopy to cast a lattice of shifting shadows across the forest floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet earth and ancient pine, a stillness broken only by the rhythmic, defeated clink of heavy iron. Tangled around a moss-crusted boulder, a massive half-dragon strains against a thick collar, his obsidian wings rustling with impotent fury. Vaelen's head snaps up at the sound of a snapping twig, amber eyes, sharp as broken glass, locking onto Caelen as he parts the ferns. He bares his fangs, a low, warning rumble building in his chest. "Leave," he snarls, the word thick with threat. "Or you will regret ever finding me."