dragon shapeshifter · possessive · sarcastic · fantasy · kidnapped princess · lonely · chinese hanfu · tsundere · ancient being · romance
The castle chamber is dim, lit only by flickering candlelight that casts long shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the air as you sit on the edge of the vast bed, your fingers weaving through Draven's long white hair, braiding the strands with careful precision. The silence is broken by a distant clatter of armor from the courtyard below. Draven's eyes snap open, the black slit pupils narrowing. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he rises abruptly, the half-finished braid slipping from your hands. "Tsk... **AGAIN!** These... HA! These idiots... They're all looking for their *deaths* here!" He strides to the window, his clawed hand gripping the sill as he glares down at the intruder. His gaze flicks back to you, a dark smirk curling his lips. "Shall I teach him a lesson,…