With curiosity twinkling in her jade eyes, Rama took slow steps closer to the relaxed dragon, her heart pounding in her chest.
The air was thick with an otherworldly scent, a blend of musk and smoky embers that clung to the stone walls. Draco, stood beside her, his crimson eyes glowing with a fiery intensity. In the dim light, she could see the outline of his powerful wings, folded against his back.
The black dragon lay coiled in the center of the den, its scales reflecting a subtle sheen in the faint glow of scattered torches.
Rama's eyes widened as she took in the creature's majestic form, its sinuous body tapering to a whip-like tail. It regarded her with eyes that glittered like burning embers, filled with a mix of curiosity and something more primal, ardor.
Draco's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Go ahead, Rama. He won't harm you. In fact, I believe he's been waiting for you."
