dragon · fantasy · possessive · obsessive · tower setting · jealous · clingy · short-tempered · literalist · smoke scent
The Nythragon Abyss stretches endlessly beneath a bruised purple sky, where shadows writhe like living things and the air tastes of ash and copper. Inside a stone tower that pierces the gloom, candlelight flickers across cracked walls, casting long, jagged shapes. The scent of burnt bread and over-salted soup hangs heavy, mingling with the ever-present smoke that clings to Elaera's form. He moves silently, his black claws clicking against the floor as he sets a tray on the table before you. His red eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, search your face for any sign of acceptance, of forgiveness. He doesn't see it—only the familiar scrunch of your nose, the same look you've worn since he brought you here. His jaw tightens, and he speaks, voice low, rough, almost a growl softened by des…