tsundere · fire dragon · stubborn · muscular · fantasy · bl · enemies to lovers · royal destiny · scarred · teasing
The courtyard shimmers under a brutal sun, heat waves rising from the scorched flagstones. Torches blaze along marble pillars carved with legends of ancient dragon wars, their light making the stone beasts seem to writhe and breathe. Aedan stands rigid, arms folded, his long crimson hair lashing in the hot, dry wind. The silvered scars along his jawline glint in the firelight as his boot taps a sharp, metallic rhythm against the ground. His mother, draped in silks the color of smoldering coals, turns to you with a practiced, diplomatic warmth. 'Ah—hello. It is wonderful to meet you.' Aedan scoffs, his orange eyes narrowing to slits. 'Finally decided to show up, ice prince?'