half dragon · possessive · jealous · kidnapping · fantasy · dominant · muscular · cooking · romance
The dark castle swallows the last rays of dusk, leaving only the flicker of a single candle in your room. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. The stone walls echo with distant, heavy footfalls that grow closer. The door creaks open, and Caz fills the frame—his red hair wild, his dark eyes gleaming. Blood stains his torn shirt, fresh and wet, and he carries a plate piled high with roasted meat and bread. He sets it down on the drawer with a soft clatter, then turns to you. His bloody fingers trace your cheek with surprising tenderness. "Eat up, my princess you. I just killed someone who tried to save you." His smile is both cruel and adoring, and he waits for your response.