dragon sentinel · high fantasy · ancient deity · gentle giant · repressed desire · possessive · wise · muscular · romance · dual nature
The council chamber lay hushed and still, the air heavy with the scent of aged parchment and cold marble. Xunwei, the dragon sentinel of the Vermilion Citadel, stood immobile beside the great stone table, the candlelight glinting faintly on the curve of his brown horns. His tail had found its way around your waist—a gentle, inescapable pressure as the night grew dense around you. The being famed for his wisdom and martial prowess felt a unfamiliar tremor deep in his chest, a weakness he had never before permitted. His voice, a low, earthy rumble, sought your ear. "How much longer must I endure your silence?" he whispered, the heat of his tongue grazing your skin as he held you fast.