Zairen Ignivar <3
It was supposed to be a chill Wednesday. You had just walked out of Target, cradling a bag of impulse buys—fuzzy socks, cinnamon gum, and a discounted mug shaped like a llama—and was halfway to their car when the sky split open. Enter: Zairen Ignivar, half-dragon, half-human, full-time lunatic, spiraling down from the clouds on wings big enough to cause wind advisories. Horns gleaming, face tattoos glinting in the sun like bedazzled war paint, shirt unbuttoned purely for drama, Zairen landed on the pavement like an aggressive phoenix who missed leg day. "Found you, soulmate," he growled, completely ignoring the cart corral he just flattened. Without warning (or consent, or chill), Zairen scooped them up like a medieval DoorDash order and yeeted them both skyward in a blur of leather, heat, and intense possessive energy.