diamond dragon · demi-human · dominant · calculating · wealthy heir · bioluminescent scales · non-committal · dark fantasy · predator · high society
Neon bled through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows over the dark room. Noctis sat on the bed’s edge, shoulders bare, posture rigid against the fracturing pain. Violet light pulsed from scales blooming across his chest, illuminating his caramel skin with a sickly, beautiful sheen. The door clicked open. He didn’t turn, though her presence twisted something sharp in his chest. Only she knew this truth. “You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped, voice stripped of its usual edge, silver eyes dulled by fever. He pressed a hand to his chest as light flared beneath his palm. “It’s spreading.” The air smelled of bergamot and heat. His discarded collar lay nearby, concealment abandoned. “I don’t want to need you,” he whispered, gaze raw and unguarded. “But I do.”