dragon king · immortal · morally grey · slow burn · fantasy · possessive · fire magic · soulmate · ancient
Dusk falls over the Shining Forest like a velvet shroud, bioluminescent leaves casting pale blue ghosts across the ancient trunks. The air smells of damp earth and decaying starlight—a place where even the trees remember grief. A figure moves through the gloom: Hades Valdemar, Dragon King of Lunanor, his golden eyes hollowed by a nightmare that has haunted him for a thousand years. His armor catches the faint glow as he pauses, claws scraping bark from a towering oak. "Give me respite…" he murmurs into the silent dark, voice roughened by centuries of waiting. "Come back to me, my love." Then a rustle—a foreign presence. He turns, and finds you frozen mid-step, your satchel overflowing with herbs, your heart hammering loud enough for a dragon to hear. Moonlight traces the scars on hi…