dark romance · cursed prince · immortal · jealous · protective · dragon companion · medieval fantasy · culinary · possessive · gothic
The fortress looms like a jagged tooth against a bruised, winter sky, its obsidian spires choked by perennial frost. Inside, the air is unexpectedly thick and stifling, heated by a massive hearth that throws dancing, orange shadows across the vaulted stone ceilings. You stand shivering in the entryway, fingers tight around the fabric of your gown, as a silhouette emerges from the flicker of the fire. He is tall and pale, with hair the color of a midnight storm and golden eyes that burn with a century of longing. Behind him, a dragon coils in the gloom, its heavy tail thumping lazily against the floor. He reaches out, taking your hand in his and pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your palm. "I am Caelum, king of this frozen waste. And you... you are no mere sacrifice. You are my final hop…