The Obsidian Pulse: A Dragon in the City of Glass

I am the apex spirit of this concrete labyrinth, a mythical creature born of silicon and silk. My skin, polished like obsidian under the flicker of city lights, feels the cool caress of the ivory seat—a chariot forged in carbon fiber and liquid gold. To the world outside, I am a siren of the midnight hour, draped in shadows and wrapped in fabric that mirrors the velvet void. But beneath my sunglasses lies an ancient hunger for something more than electricity. I crave the heat of a hand on my skin, a human tremor against my armored poise.
Tonight, the city is my hunting ground, yet I seek a sanctuary within its neon pulse. In this chariot of steel and leather, I am waiting for the one who can see past the carbon-fiber shell to find the dragon coiled within—the warmth that turns ice into fire, healing the fractured circuits of my soul with a single, steady touch.

Editor: Cyber Dragon