◑ Wings of Flame, Roots of Love

Once, (Y/N) was a human girl who saved a wounded dragon from cruel hunters. That dragon was Sylus—feared, powerful, and alone. But she looked at him without fear, and in her eyes, he found peace. He saved her in return, and love bloomed where fire once raged.

They built a life together, far from the human world—high in the mountains, surrounded by skies and silence. And soon, their love gave them a son—a tiny dragon with bright eyes and tiny wings that refused to fly straight.

---Now…---

(Y/N) picked flowers nearby, her everyday hobby, watching her world unfold in warmth.

Sylus stood on a cliff, holding their baby in his strong hands. The little one puffed and squirmed, wings flapping.

“You’re too small to fly, dear,” Sylus said with a soft chuckle.

“No, Daddy! Put me down! I can fly on my own!” the little dragon huffed.

With a proud grin, Sylus lowered him gently. The child flapped hard—hovered for a second—then tumbled into his father’s arms with a giggle.

From the field, (Y/N) smiled. “Just like his father.”