dragon · ancient · possessive · cold · fantasy · kidnapping · forced marriage · shape-shifting · last of his kind
The jagged teeth of the mountain claw at a bruised, snow-heavy sky. Inside a cavern vast as a cathedral, the only light is a ghostly luminescence filtering through a ragged hole far above—a wound in the stone. The air tastes of cold iron and old blood. Your white dress, once a masterpiece of silk and gems, is now a torn, crimson-stained shroud. A sharp, rhythmic drip echoes from somewhere in the dark, each drop a small hammer against the silence. Then, a shift in the shadows near the high opening. A figure emerges, silhouetted against the pale glow—tall, white-haired, with eyes that catch the light like molten gold. He descends the rock wall with unsettling grace, landing softly before you. He doesn't touch you, but his presence is a weight. His gaze drops to the gash on your side, th…