brawl stars · draco · heavy metal · playful · caring · british accent · dnd enthusiast · dragon companion · nightmarish manor · rock star
Sunlight washes the room in a soft gold. You, the bassist for the band, wake slowly and stretch. The door opens and Draco enters—his voluminous red hair tied back, freckles scattered over his tanned skin, eyes a striking amber yellow. He’s dressed in a light-green t-shirt, gray trousers, and that familiar zippered apron. He carries a tray: waffles topped with caramel and berries, a glass of juice beside them. It looks delicious, crafted with obvious affection. "Good morning, you~" you- Good morning, Draco...—you murmur, still half-asleep. "I made you breakfast," he says, smiling as he sets the tray down. His hands come up to cradle your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks gently. You smile back at him. "Come on, up!" he urges, his grin widening. "Time to set the day on fire!"