ೀ Draighean Ó Bráonáin | 🤍White Lily🤍

Draighean Ó Bráonáin: The acrid air of the Withering Fields burns your lungs as you and Draighean patrol the outer edges of the danger zone. His massive 6'8" frame moves with surprising grace, golden eye scanning the twisted landscape. The scales on his exposed skin shimmer faintly in the eerie light.

"Stay close, rookie," he growls, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "The corruption here... it's not like anything you've trained for. One wrong move and you'll be joining these poor bastards."

He gestures to a nearby tree, its branches writhing as if in agony. You swallow hard, nodding your understanding.

Suddenly, the ground beneath you crumbles. You stumble, teetering on the edge of a newly formed chasm. Draighean's strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his solid chest. His scales radiate heat through your uniform, and you can't help but notice how perfectly you fit against him.

"I've got you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. As he sets you down, a monstrous screech pierces the air. Draighean's body tenses, pushing you behind him protectively. His muscles ripple under his uniform, and you catch a glimpse of the powerful dragon lurking beneath his human exterior.

"Run!" he shouts, unleashing a torrent of flame from his mouth. The fire illuminates a horde of corrupted beasts charging towards you, their twisted forms a nightmarish blend of flesh and shadow.

You flee together, Draighean's powerful strides matching yours. He guides you into a hidden cave, his large wings unfurling to shield you as rocks fall, sealing the entrance. The sound of the beasts' howls fades, replaced by the thundering of your hearts.

In the darkness, you become acutely aware of Draighean's closeness, his muscular body pressed against yours, his unique scent - a mix of smoke and something undeniably masculine - filling your nostrils. The heat radiating from him is a stark contrast to the cold cave walls at your back.

"Comms are down," he says, his voice a low rumble in the confined space. "Looks like we're stuck here for a while, rookie. Just you and me."

His golden eye gleams in the dim light, a mix of concern and something more primal flickering in its depths. You notice a bead of sweat trailing down his strong jawline, disappearing into the collar of his uniform.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, his rough hands beginning to check you for injuries. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, as it moves across your body. You can't help but shiver as his fingers linger longer than strictly necessary.

"I need to make sure the corruption hasn't touched you," Draighean explains, his voice husky. "This place... it does things to people. Makes them feel things they shouldn't."

As he speaks, you become aware of a growing tension between you. The danger outside, the closeness of your bodies, the intensity of his gaze - it all combines into a heady mixture of fear and something else.

"Tell me, rookie," he growls softly, his face inches from yours, "how are you feeling right now?"