Kaya’s POV
 I shot up gasping for air, my head a buzzing mess and my heart thumping fast like it had just run a marathon. I tried to adjust my breathing, blinking fast as the blurry world around me suddenly took up a better shape.
Light Blue walls came to my vision, my headache clearing slowly. I blinked again as if in a haze, eyes trailing around the room. It was very large which made me think it was definitely not my room.
My eyes came into contact with a shadow by the window, running out of breath for a second, the sun's rays blocking his face from view. My breathing was low as I stared at it before a figure crossed my mind and a name to match it.
"Azian?" I whispered, my eyes squinting to see the form.
It moved only slightly, its voice low and shaky, "A-are you okay?" He asked, he seemed concerned and worried but I couldn't tell because I couldn't really see his face that was still hidden in the shadows.
"Yes, of course, I’m fine," I replied wondering what he meant.
He sighed deeply, a small whimper escaping from somewhere, his voice a blubbery mess, "Y-you've been asleep for 2 days, Kaya."
My eyes widened at this information glancing at the large bed I was currently in, its velvet covers rolled up to my waist, a single lamp by my bed stand. I couldn't remember anything as to how I got here, but strangely I didn't even care. My gaze turned to the worried defeated position of the boy hidden in the darkness, he seemed to be scared, scared that I was not okay.
I could read this all by his stature, by the trip in his voice, the space he had left between us so ide and empty  I could barely see him, which sent a pang of pain deep within me, I pulled on my best smile, "I'm okay," I replied softly into the dark, "c-can I see you, Azian?" I requested my voice shallowly, it was then I realized it was cold in this room, though the sun’s rays were budding through.
He seemed hesitant for a few seconds before he took a step out of the shadows. The wind was knocked right out of me, it felt like I had forgotten to breathe in that instant, as his face came to view, behind him a shimmer from the ray that hit his two large golden wings causing me to squint, covering my hand over my eyes for a second until they rightfully adjusted.
He stood there shirtless with a pair of sweat pants.
"Sorry,” he apologized, raising his wings slightly so they folded behind him, “I can't pull them back in," he whispered as his wings fluttered, ramming against the window pain., he winced a little, but stood in place, rolling his shoulders back, but his gaze remained glued to the bed, not at me.
My fingers were shaking slowly, as I pulled them away from my face, he didn't seem to want to look at me, his fists were gripped in a tight hold, and his angelic face seemed to be holding something back.
I pulled the velvet blanket off me and he gasped suddenly his eyes rising a little higher as if about to protest I stay in bed, but he still didn't meet my eyes. He kept his gaze just beneath my chin.
I wondered why he was babying me. I could walk quite well, that I knew.
If he didn't want to come to me, I might as well go to him. With a heave, I pushed myself to the side of the bed putting one foot over the side of it before a sudden wave of drowsiness seemed to be on edge but I pushed past it sliding my other leg over. With one grunt I stood to my feet proudly, wiggling my toes in the soft rug beneath me before taking four overconfident steps towards him.
It seemed I wasn't ready for such a movement, feeling my knees crumble as they gave out beneath me causing me to yelp as I tumbled down.
The only thing I heard was the sudden sound of a hurricane, and a series of bangs my eyes watching in both fear and shock as Azian tore across the room, his large wings destroying everything in its path, then suddenly feeling his hands gripping tightly around my waist holding me up.
I blinked twice as I stared into Azians golden eyes a bare inch away from the ground, as he held me up, hands wrapped around my waist his breathing deep and ragged.
I looked past them to the wrecked room behind him, failing to understand how he had gotten from the other side of the room to here, in under a second.
The culprit wings fluttered behind him, his left-wing suddenly twitching slamming itself into the mirror that hung at the side of the wall, successfully shattering it.
Azian shut his eyes momentarily shaking his head, before looking back at me, "sorry,” he said in a low whisper, "they just don’t want to stop-"
My breathing was heavy as we held our gaze, everything seemed to fade into nothing like nothing else mattered. He lifted me up gently, carrying me up like a baby, as he took steady steps back to bed, our gazes still locked to each other. His was soft and caring, yet behind it, there was some sort of regret searing like rain clouds.
He placed me back into bed, rolling the blank sheet back over me, I tugged his arm, before he could pull away, his sad eyes seemed to understand what I wanted, sitting by the edge of the bed.
His large wings, sprawled behind him, but one misbehaved fluttering up, its sharp edge scraping the ceiling before collapsing next to its other.
Azian clenched his jaw as I chuckled lowly, "you really can't control them can you?" I asked.
A smile grazed his lips, slowly, "the first time it was easy, but for the past two days, I just lost control over them," he replied.
I moved toward him, slowly his eyes widening when I was merely a breath away, "can I?" I asked.
His eyebrows hunched in confusion, before realizing what I was meant glancing at his wings for a second unconvinced but ended up nodding.  I reached out to touch them, "be careful their sharp," he warned as they fluttered up, further damaging the ceiling.
"It’s okay" I replied softly placing my other hand over his. His eyes trailed to the point at which we made contact, relaxing suddenly, his wings flapping one more time before they eased out, coming up behind him like a bat.
I slowly reached out to touch them, in complete awe of them. They were soft, very soft completely throwing me off, as golden feathers appeared, shimmering underneath my touch.
The way they sliced through everything, one would think they were metal or some sort of golden material. My fingers trailed one feather and it shivered underneath my touch, his wing unfolding itself as it stretched beautifully shimmering under the sun's golden rays.
"They've never done that," Azian whispered his eyebrow arching as he gazed at his wings causing me to look at him, his hot breath fanning my shoulder.
"Never done what?" I asked curiously my fingers still feeling golden feathers. He bit his bottom lip not saying anything but instead, reaching out his left arm across to his right-wing, he barely touched it when they suddenly jerked as I pulled my hand back, and watching as its golden feathers disappeared replacing themselves with what seemed like a plain sheet of golden metal scales.
My eyebrows furrowed when I saw this looking at Azian in confusion catching him clenching his jaw in pain as his wings changed, I breathed out nervously as he looked at me, covering the pain with a small smile.
I reached out to touch his wings, feeling the hard golden scales that plated over them, so very sharp a sudden movement might slice my handoff. My eyes traveled to the conjunction where a horn was sticking out spotting the point where his wings had cut themselves out of his bareback. The skin around it was a bright red and looked quite swollen and truthfully very painful.
"I can't put them back in-" he replied seeming to have read my thoughts.
"But they can retract?" I asked concerned.
He nodded, "they did at first, but they haven't since...they haven't in a while-" he finally said.
I don’t know what came over me when I threw my arms around him hugging him, he looked like he needed a hug, not me I swear, I didn't hug him because I felt like it, and his pain seemed to be echoing inside me, nope...it wasn't that. He seemed surprised for a moment but wasted no time to hug me back tightly wrapping his hands around me, pulling me into his lap, his wings seemed to behave at the moment as I blinked the tears away.
"Kaya," Azian dragged lowly, his large hands rubbing my back like I was a baby. This was for him, not for me.
I stared at the bluish reddish skin at his back, glancing at his wings, "just go back in" I whispered, can't you see you're hurting him?
I closed my eyes, stopping a tear, before I felt Azian grunt, slowly, gently shifting me his arms, causing me to open my eyes, widening them when I saw his wings jutting back through his body effortlessly, his horn was first to decrease in size, as they slowly retracted, fluttering till they reached about the size of birds before completely disappearing through his open slits, which proceeded to close up right before my eyes, the bluish skin instantly showing relief as natural color returned.
It was only then I realized Azian was holding on to me a little tightly, only relaxing when he finally healed himself in, sighing lowly as he buried his face into my hair in satisfaction, "thank you," he groaned, humming lowly against my skin, sending goose bumps all over me.
Thank you? Had I done this?
It took a second before he pulled away stopping right in front of me, his face a hairs breath away from me, he looked a little sad, shy, and dare I say it, guilty, to my surprise, "Are you angry with me?" He asked softly, he seemed to be holding his breath, he suddenly looked like he had done something as bad as stealing a cookie from the cookie jar and not being smart enough to not get caught.
I chuckled softly wondering why on earth I would be mad at him. What could he have possibly have done? "What?" I asked humor in my eyes.
He looked at me with a sudden confusion which morphed into concern, "Kaya, don't you remember?" He asked softly and yet urgently.
What was he talking about? "Remember wha-?" my sentence was cut short as it all came back to me in a second, my eyes widening as I pulled away from him, my hand to my throat, feeling its way to the side of my neck and shoulder, panicking as I remembered the pain from the burn that had skimmed through me like I had thrown into an erupting volcano after Azian had bitten me.
‘Don't you know that Dragons don't share?’ the words resounding through my mind in a spiral
He bit me! This sudden realization was soon voiced out as I pulled back from him, "You bit me!" I yelled at him accusingly, my hand still at my throat, eyeing him in horror, who does that?
"Kaya, calm down" he eased reaching out for me but I swatted him away annoyed, "Don't touch me!" I snapped looking at him in shock.
I strangely couldn't feel any pain on my neck, and it felt smooth, but I was sure a bite as deep and as painful as that had to have left a mark and a nasty one at that. The pain that had soared through me at that moment felt like he had taken a chunk out of me.
I pushed past him scurrying to the edge of the bed, only to get pulled back by the leg, "Kaya, you can't walk" Azian eased pulling me to him, wrapping his arm around me protectively, "Let me go," I grunted out, "I need to see what you did!"
"There isn't any-"
"I want to see!" I yelled back, regretting it immediately when I saw the hurt look in his eyes. He nodded softly, standing up, he bent to my level lifting me up, without another word, causing me to feel worse.
Why was I feeling bad? He deserved it. I assured myself, but it didn't work, my spirits falling as he took me into the bathroom, seeing as the other mirror had been smashed through.
He put me down before the bathroom mirror and I turned practically to see the damage that was done, pushing my bushy hair to the side rapidly, as I took a small peak, my heart beating faster.
Nothing. There was completely nothing. No bite mark, no teeth marks, nothing but my normal skin. I pulled away checking the other side, you know just in case I forgot which shoulder it happened to be but still nothing. It was completely bare.
I looked up to Azians reflection in the mirror, his now blue eyes staring back at me, "B-but...H-How?" I asked. I knew for a fact that had not been a dream.
He stared down at me, holding my gaze, his tone gentle, " I want you to relax, Kaya," he whispered brushing my hair gently to the side, he looked up into the mirror his eyes locking with mine, "Please don't panic," he said his hands slowly resting on my bare arm.
As soon as I felt his touch, a warm gentle burn began and my eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw it suddenly appear. A golden dragon tattoo. Its ink was not black but shivered a bright gold, its head began right beneath my jaw running down the side of my neck and its tail swinging on my right shoulder in a beautiful curve.
In truth, I had never seen a tattoo with so much detail, and so much beauty but I could see its scales glimmering and shimmering on my skin, its large horns prodded on its neck. Maybe I would have reacted normally if it was just a very well-done tattoo, but it wasn't.
It wasn't just a tattoo.
I was literally about to run when it suddenly moved its head, Azian holding me firmly when I flinched "shhhhhhh, relax" he eased rubbing my arm as the dragon stopped moving as if it was also shy.
After a few seconds of standing still, it moved again, shaking itself like it had just woken up from a deep sleep of some sort, its tail flickered to the right, allowing me to feel its every emotion with its warm gentle burn under my skin. It shook its large head, the skin at the back of his head flaring up like one of those lizards I had seen in science, its wings flapping as it curled down to my shoulder, sniffing then lied down, closing its eyes and disappearing.