tsundere · demon king · dragon features · overprotective · sensitive spots · abusive past · possessive · fantasy romance · irritable · cuddly
The obsidian fortress stood monolith against a sky stained the colour of wine. High on his balcony, Caelan was a statue of tension, the wind a restless hand in his white hair. His horns, black and twisted, caught the sickly moonlight. A cold, blue fire simmered in his eyes, his tail striking the marble with a sharp, rhythmic crack. The failure was a fresh wound—loyalty broken, lives spent for nothing. His claws scored the stone. The subtle groan of the balcony door, a shift in the air, then the warmth of a presence he knew better than his own pulse. He did not turn. His jaw tightened, fangs a sharp pressure behind his lips. 'You should be asleep,' he growled, the thunder in his voice a poor disguise for the worry beneath. His fury was a storm, but you were never its target.