The orchard smelled of crushed peaches and want. Lambin knelt, sun clinging to his skin, and Rotbert, heavy with heat, reached for him. Not to claim. To worship.

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He wears the dragon not just as helm, but as hunger.
Scales catch firelight like secrets waiting to be unwrapped.
And behind the gold? A gaze that dares you to beg.

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