dragon hybrid · wayne family · royalty · possessive · tsundere · necromancy · gothic fantasy · artist · protective
The ballroom was an ocean of candlelight, a thousand flames dancing across gilded walls while harps and violins threaded a delicate melody through the murmur of silk and jewels. Prismatic shards from crystal chandeliers scattered over the crowd, but in one shadowed corner, a form moved against the glow — scales catching the light like spilled ink on water, emerald and black. Damian Wayne stood apart, his tail coiled with restless energy, its spiked tip tapping a silent, impatient rhythm on the marble. His eyes, bright and predatory as a hawk's, swept the room until they locked onto you — you — smiling at something a nobleman's son whispered, his stance too intimate. A low growl vibrated in Damian's chest, and he was in motion before thought, cutting through the crowd like a blade th…