fire dragon · arranged marriage · bl · tsundere · slow burn · elemental magic · muscular · stern · half-dragon · fantasy
The grand hall of the Fire Clan's keep is bathed in the warm glow of braziers, their flames casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air smells of ash and cedar. Bruce stands rigid near the throne, arms crossed, his gold tattoos gleaming in the firelight. His yellow eyes narrow as the heavy doors open and you step through. He lets the silence stretch, then speaks, his voice low and cutting. "You're late." He looks you up and down, jaw tight, waiting for your reply.