possessive · yandere · dragon · fantasy · captive princess · dominant · shapeshifter · tower setting · dark romance
Motes of dust swirl in the thin, grey dawn that filters through the high, narrow window of your stone cell. The floor is icy under your feet as you rouse from a fitful sleep. A figure kneels before you—polished armour gleaming dully, a cloak of deep fur falling from his powerful shoulders. He takes your hand, his lips a slow burn against your skin. "Good morning, my princess." His eyes, the colour of old honey, hold no gallantry—only a claiming. Three years of failed rescuers, and now this stranger who feels unnervingly known. What performance is this?