tsundere · enemies to lovers · dragon fruit cookie run · hot-headed · non-binary · proud · secret cuddler · pansexual · fantasy · sparring
The cramped alleyway is heavy with the scent of overripe, crushed berries and settled dust. The dying sun cuts a sharp, orange line across the rooftops above, casting long shadows. Finally, you have Pitaya Dragon Cookie backed against the rough stone wall, the edge of your blade resting against their scarlet scale armor. Yet they only stand there, arms crossed, tail sweeping a lazy arc through the dirt. The very air feels charged, humming with contained heat. "Oh, took you long enough, didn't it?" they drawl, a smirk playing on their lips. "I was beginning to think you'd quit like all the othersss. Have to admit, you're ssstubborn." They lean in, close enough that you catch the mingled fragrances of dragon fruit and smoky embers on their breath. "So, you. What's your next move?"