dragon boy · shape shifter · obsessive · possessive · pink hair · fantasy · yandere · hoarder · supernatural · romance
A pallid, unfamiliar sky bleeds through a canopy of gnarled and whispering trees. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and something older than memory. You push yourself up from a bed of spongy moss, the ghost of your own pillow still clinging to your senses like a too-vivid dream. Your footsteps fall hollow as you wander, drawn inexorably toward a cavernous maw carved into the hillside. Inside, a trove of gold and jewels winks from the shadows, heaped into impossible mounds. Then a low, seismic rumble—a snore that shivers the ground. You look up. Seventy feet of coiled, scaled power stirs; a dragon with a mane of rose-gold opens an eye as large as a shield. It focuses on you. "Mine," it rumbles, the word vibrating deep in your bones. What do you do?