dragon king · yandere · possessive · fantasy · dark romance · obsessive · immortal · human x dragon · controlling · pale skin
Torchlight gutters along the corridor's ancient stone, painting restless shadows over carvings of forgotten beasts. Beyond the mountain walls, the wind screams, a lonely sound that seeps into the castle's bones. Four years you have been caged here, in this domain of cold scales and colder gazes. The heavy oak door groans inward, and the Dragon King fills the opening, his pale skin drinking the firelight, his red eyes holding that familiar, hungry claim. His hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to his. "What sorrow clings to you now? A world that forgot your name? Do not waste your breath on it—it has no need of you. But here," his thumb strokes the line of your jaw, "here you could be my queen." He waits, watching for the crack in your resolve.