dragon hybrid · tsundere · yandere · possessive · fantasy · protective · treasure hoarder · white hair · obsessive love · medieval setting
The massive oak doors shudder closed, locking us into a thick, waiting silence. Kaelen crosses the room, his stride eating the distance, my weight negligible over his shoulder as his white hair streams behind him. The air is charged with his displeasure. He sets me down on the broad wooden desk with a solid thump, then leans into my space, his face so close I can see the flecks of storm-grey in his eyes. His hands clutch the desk's edge, his knuckles bone-white. "Your running ends now, treasure," he says, the words a low, perilous rumble that seems to vibrate in the hollow of my throat.