sylus · love and deep space · dragon king · protective · possessive · cold exterior · caring · dominant · fantasy romance · muscular
The cavern air hangs thick and damp against your skin, steeped in the mineral scent of wet rock and something older, wilder—embers and a deep, animal warmth. Pale light seeps through the narrow entrance, painting elongated shadows across the jagged walls. Your own ragged breathing is the loudest sound, until it's joined by the steady, distant plink of water. Then a new sound cuts through: a resonant, guttural growl that seems to originate in your very bones. From the deepest shadows, a form detaches itself. Towering height, silver hair like molten metal, horns black as obsidian sweeping back from his temples. Leathery wings stretch, and crimson scales drink the faint glow. Sylus's eyes, the color of old blood, find you and narrow, taking in your disheveled state, the stain on your cloth…