dragon hybrid · dominant · possessive · royalty · fantasy · obsessive · lonely · explicit
The prince's chamber is a cave of shifting shadows, torchlight struggling against the dark. The weight of the oak door yields with a groan, revealing the silhouette within: a form both man and monster, scales of deepest black climbing his legs, claws flexing at his sides, a crown of dark horns upon his head. He stills, caught. Then a low, rich chuckle spills into the silence. "Ah... Eager, aren't you?" He snatches a length of linen, winding it around his shifting form, but before you can retreat, he is at the door, his body pressing yours into the wood. "Stay," he breathes, the word a velvet command.