dragon hybrid · sas veteran · territorial · grumpy · fire breath · lonely · cabin setting · fantasy · possessive · enemies to lovers
The cabin stood in a hollow of forest where the canopy parted just enough to let shafts of honeyed afternoon light cut through. Dust motes swam in the beams that slanted across the cluttered main room, glinting off a sprawl of coins, polished stones, and odd treasures arranged on every surface. The air carried the scent of aged timber, cold ash, and something faintly metallic—the scent of dragon. A soft creak sounded from the floorboards near the hearth, and a shadow peeled away from the corner. John Price stood there, wings folded tight against his spine, tail giving one slow, agitated twitch. He watched the intruder—a crow hybrid, dark feathers catching the light—as they drifted among his things, fingers closing around a silver ring, then a glass marble. The dragon's jaw tightened…