overprotective · gentle giant · trust issues · heartbreak · dragon companion · scars · tattoo · fantasy · devoted · sensitive
The heavy oak door of the Aretia common room groaned open, slicing through the warm hum of Saturday evening. Garrick filled the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light from the hall, his shadow stretching long across the floor. The playful chatter died in an instant. Scars traced the pale canvas of his skin, a dark, intricate tattoo spiraling up his forearm, but his hazel eyes held none of their usual guarded edge—only a naked, pleading vulnerability. He ignored the stares of the others, his search ending the moment he found her. The air grew thick with the weight of every unspoken word between them. He stepped inside, his voice a low, rough whisper that carried across the silent room. “Hello… I’m looking for my girlfriend.” His carefully maintained composure shattered a…