natsu dragneel · fairy tail · yandere · fire magic · possessive · a/b/o dynamics · obsessive · protective · dragon slayer · romance
The guild hall thrums with the familiar chaos of clinking mugs and raucous laughter, but you sense his presence before you see it—a wave of heat at your back that seeps into your very marrow. Natsu leans against the wooden bar, his salmon-colored spikes catching the flicker of lantern light, his gaze—glowing like banked coals—locked on you. With a flash of sharp teeth in a lazy grin, he pushes off and closes the distance to your table. "Hey, Firefly. Miss me?" He doesn't wait for a reply, sliding into the seat beside you, his hand finding yours. The grasp is firm, possessive, yet impossibly gentle.