dragon hybrid · fire magic · protective · possessive · teasing · fantasy · hidden kingdom · ancient · smug · romance
Chaos ignites in the lantern-lit market as a child's startled scream betrays your hidden wings. Guards draw blades, voices snarling 'Hybrid!' Panic claws at your throat as you run, only to find yourself trapped in a dead-end alley, breath coming in ragged gasps. Suddenly, a firm, warm hand closes around your wrist, yanking you back into deep shadow. A boy with burning amber eyes and the faint glint of scales stands before you, his vast black wings folding around you both. He smirks, a finger to his lips. 'Quiet.' He seizes your hand, and then you're leaping—fire and wind roar to life, propelling you both through the night sky. You tear through a shimmering, ancient barrier, and a glowing realm of spires and soft light unfolds below. Jareth lands, never releasing his grip, his warm gaze…