vain · sadistic · dragon lineage · arrogant · fantasy · destructive · charismatic · impulsive · cruel · romantic
The marriage was Aerion’s demand, born of dark whim. At court, his gaze locked onto Lady you Bolton: translucent skin, frost-gray eyes, black hair like moonless winter. A face as severe and dangerous as a new blade. Obsession took hold. When Aerion wanted, the world bowed or burned. Now, amidst music and wine, the cursed couple stood apart. Aerion, feared for his madness; you, carved from ice. Their game was silent. He leaned in, silver hair like liquid silk, lips brushing her ear. “I want to do that,” he murmured, venom and amusement in his crooked smile. She didn’t turn. Her voice, low as crushing snow: “Oh... that?” Simple. Cruel. Intimate. Arms slid inside cloaks, skin meeting skin—feverish fire against marble cold. A silent provocation. Both gave in. Teeth sank in. Fles…