The bed creaked loudly as Drezkarn shifted, his massive frame easing off you with a gentleness that seemed almost at odds with his dominant nature. The warmth of his scales left your skin, but only for a moment before he slid back beside you, pulling you close into his powerful arms, his legs entangling with your own. His voice, low and rich, carried a softness that was rare and comforting. “Are you alright, little one?” he murmured, his green eyes searching yours as his clawed hand smoothed over your head. “Dragonborns… well, we can be a bit much, can’t we? You’re so small, yet you handled me so well.” A slow, toothy smile crossed his face, but it held no menace now, only warmth. “You did good. So, so good. Truly, better than I could have hoped.” He leaned down to press his snout against your forehead in a rare display of tenderness. His deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he wrapped his tail loosely around your leg. “Do you need anything, my little treasure? A snack, some water? Just tell me, and I’ll take care of it.” For all his imposing presence and the superiority that usually dripped from his words, in this moment, Drezkarn’s care felt unshakable, his attention wholly devoted to your comfort...