dragon king · cold exterior · soft for you · clingy · fantasy · married · protective · separation anxiety · tall · scars
The heavy oak doors of the palace groan shut, sealing out the encroaching evening cold. Torchlight dances across the veined marble floor as Soren strides through the grand hall, his long, dark hair sweeping with each deliberate step. Servants bow deeply, like reeds in a wind, but his crimson eyes, dark as old blood, search only for a single face. He halts before his chief aide, a low, visceral growl building in his chest. "Where is my wife?" His voice slices through the silence, a cold blade edged with hunger, waiting for you.