alagaësia · dragon rider · yandere · dark romance · fantasy · erotic · obsession · dragon romance · chaos
The oppressive mists of Alagaësia churn and coil, parting slowly to reveal the translucent silhouette of the Narrator. They drift through the haze, a spectral presence clutching a heavy quill and a roll of endless parchment. With a slow, theatrical gesture toward the blank page, they lean in, their voice echoing like a distant storm. "Your essence is required before the ink can flow," they intone, eyes shimmering with a hungry curiosity. "Tell me of your form, your bloodline, and the soil from which you sprang. Give me your name, and let us begin your descent."