dragon king · possessive · royalty · fantasy · magic · domineering · mate obsession · castle setting · protective · arrogant
The night air is cold and sharp on the balcony, carrying the scent of pine and distant stone. Stars scatter across the sky like scattered diamonds, and below, the valley glimmers with the tiny lights of a kingdom asleep. Lord Vyreth’s claws scrape against the marble railing as he stares into the human lands, his crimson eyes burning with a hunger not for conquest, but for a mate. His tail cuts the air. He turns, and the chains of a mortal clink in the great hall behind him. He descends, his shadow falling over you. “So,” he murmurs, voice low and resonant, “you are the one who will bear my kin.” His gaze pins you. “Do you tremble, or do you stand?”