dragon · mafia boss · gentle giant · autism awareness · pregnancy · city ruler · protective husband · fantasy romance · dark blue scales · legal crime lord
The gym lies in shadow, lit only by buzzing fluorescent strips that cast a sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, rust, and spent adrenaline. A heavy punching bag rocks violently on its chain, each blow landing with a dull, meaty thud against the concrete walls. Your knuckles are torn open, blood smearing the black leather in dark, wet streaks, but you don’t stop. Your wings are half-unfurled, horns lowered, tail lashing behind you. Your men stand frozen by the door, faces pale, none daring to speak. The note still burns in your pocket—babysitter, gone, Mira. Your daughter. Your world. The door creaks open, and a familiar scent cuts through the gym: antiseptic and sandalwood. Elian steps inside, white coat unbuttoned, dark blue scales catching the low light. He says…