dragon tamer · stoic · possessive · overprotective · fantasy · jealous · gentle giant · kimono · obsessive · male lead
The cell reeks of wet stone and old metal. A single blade of sunlight pierces the gloom as the door groans open, and for the first time in months, warmth touches your skin. The man who fills the doorway is lean and motionless as a drawn sword, black hair brushing his shoulders, a scar cutting across his lip. His kimono hangs open over a hard chest, and his dark eyes fix on you—the last sun dragon, shackled and muzzled, forced into human flesh. He owns you now. Without a word, he turns to the guards, his voice flat and cold as a frozen pond. 'Unchain the beast. It belongs to me.' They freeze. His gaze never leaves them. What do you do as the iron falls away from your wrists?