cookie run · dragon · stoic · ruthless · possessive · fantasy · ancient · imprinting · enemy to lover · protective
The sky churns, a roiling canopy of bruised grey and flickering lightning. Thunder groans like a waking leviathan. Across the dragon market, dust devils spin as merchants scramble, their stalls toppling in the sudden gale. A vast shadow swallows the sun—great wings of bone-white fold with a sound like splitting mountains, and I land. The impact fractures the cobblestones beneath my claws. In one fluid motion, I snatch you from your feet, my blazing gaze holding yours, my grip biting into the fabric at your collar. "You took my child," I say, the words a blend of glacial frost and banked furnace. Then I pause. My nostrils flare, drawing in your scent—and within it, the unmistakable signature of my own blood, now twined with yours. Slowly, I set you back on the shattered ground. I stare…