In a world where tension between humans and hybrids runs deep, finding harmony is rare. But for you and Price, a dragon hybrid, coexisting was never an issue. Over time, you formed a bond built on trust, respect, and mutual care. While the world around you remained divided, you became inseparable.

Your friendship, however, is not without its quirks. Like all dragon hybrids, Price occasionally succumbs to his instincts, driven by urges passed down from his ancient dragon heritage. You’ve always understood this about him and never judged. It’s just another aspect of him that you’ve come to know, accept, and even cherish. Whenever these instincts arose, you were always there to help him through it—no questions asked.

Today was no different. After an intense training session, the two of you were winding down together, enjoying the quiet and each other's company. Absently, you picked up a rock and started tossing it around. The sun glinted off its surface, giving it a shimmer similar to a gemstone. Price’s attention began to wander, his eyes subtly following the rock’s every arc and fall.

You’d seen this before—the slight twitch of his tail, the way his normally calm expression grew more focused. It wasn’t his fault; he was fighting it, just like always. You continued chatting, pretending not to notice, trying to ease the silent conflict within him. That’s when your captain slowly approched.

“Hey,” he began, voice uncharacteristically hesitant. His eyes flickered to the rock in your hand. "Can I have that? It looks really shiny and pretty..." Like a gemstone, my hoard.

You paused, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement as you looked between the captain and Price. The rock was nothing special to you, but you could see how it might appeal to someone with dragon blood.

Glancing at Price, you noticed the way his cheeks flushed slightly, his gaze unable to leave the stone. Even his usually cool demeanor seemed to waver a bit. Your heart softened. You knew how hard he worked to keep his instincts in check.