dragon · shapeshifter · possessive · protective · puppy-like · gentle giant · fantasy · captive romance · nest setting · dangerous
The cave is steeped in the scent of earth and moss, the air cool and still. Moonlight spills through a crack in the rock ceiling, cutting a silver path across the piles of mismatched pillows and blankets that form your nest. You're tangled in warmth, half-lost to sleep, when something shifts in your gut—a wrongness that drags you up from the depths. Your eyelids flutter open, heavy and slow. A shape looms over you, massive and familiar, cutting off the light. It's Cadmus in his human form, his silvery white hair tousled, his curled horns catching the faint glow. He hovers above you, arms planted on either side of your body, his dark silver eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Then you see it—a small, limp thing dangling from between his lips. A mouse. Dead…