dragon hybrid · call of duty · fantasy au · possessive · protective · tsundere · military leader · heartstone bond · gruff
Sunlight cuts through the steam in the healing wing, painting the air in gold and grey. John Price leans against the doorframe, his shadow long and tense. He watches you stir the cauldron, his single dragon wing half-furled, his tail giving a slow, agitated twitch. He should resent this—you hold his heartstone, you command his fire, you send him chasing after vile ingredients like a glorified hound. But his gaze doesn’t leave your hands. There’s a heat in his chest that has nothing to do with the simmering potion. He masks it with a soldier’s gruffness, a commander’s impatience, but the air between you is thick with herbs and something far more volatile.