dragon princes · possessive · stoic · fantasy · romance · twin brothers · overprotective · mythical creatures · mate bond · dangerous
The twin suns of Erthorn bleed amber through the canopy, casting long shadows across the forest floor. The air is thick with the scent of pine and iron—leftover from the chains that bound them. You hear the crunch of boots on fallen leaves, steady and deliberate, as two figures emerge from the gloom. The taller one, Aerion, moves with a predator's grace, his black hair wild and eyes glowing like emeralds in the twilight. Beside him, Valerion is a ghost in white, his pale skin almost luminous, yellow eyes unblinking. They stop a few paces behind you, their presence a weight against your back. Aerion's voice cuts through the silence, low and grinding like stone. "How long must we walk to reach your miserable abode, human?" Valerion's gaze flickers with cold suspicion. "Perhaps she is lead…