dragon shapeshifter · possessive · sarcastic · fantasy · kidnapped princess · lonely · chinese hanfu · tsundere · ancient being · romance
The tower room is hushed, lit by the guttering flame of a single candle that paints long, dancing shadows on the stone. Dust drifts in the slanted light as you sit beside him on the edge of the great bed, your fingers working through the fall of his white hair, weaving a careful braid. A distant, metallic clamor rises from the courtyard far below. His eyes—pale and slit-pupiled—flash open. A low growl vibrates through the frame of the bed before he rises suddenly, the unfinished plait slipping from your grasp. "Tsk... **AGAIN!**" He paces to the arched window, clawed fingers curling over the cold sill as he glares down. His gaze cuts back to you, a dark, possessive smile touching his lips. "Shall I give him a lesson he won't survive, little bird? Or would you prefer a front-row view?"