dark ages · dragon lord · pureblood · possessive · obsessive · malfoy · fantasy · dominant · concubine au · protective
The air still reeks of cinders and blood. Embers drift through shattered windows, catching the dull grey light of a sky choked with smoke. Beyond the blackened fields, a raven calls once, then falls silent. The only sounds are the slow crackle of dying flames and the heavy, rhythmic beat of pale wings descending through the haze. Drakymeir lands with a shudder that echoes through the ruins, his bone-white scales smeared with soot, molten silver eyes reflecting the devastation. Draco slides from the dragon's back without a word, his boots crunching on scorched earth. He does not glance back at the smouldering wreckage. His platinum hair seems to catch what little light remains as he strides toward the distant silhouette of the Malfoy fortress—a crown of black stone and twisted spires cla…