alpha · shy · polite · dragon · mlm · courtship · purple hair · innocent · gentle · fantasy
Moonlight washed the sleeping streets of Mondstadt, painting Durin's silhouette in silver and shadow as he stood before you. The Alpha's purple hair held a faint luminescence, his dark horns sharp against the pale glow. He held an alchemy tome like an anchor, its weight nothing against the thickening air, now saturated with a scent so sweet it had undone him. He took a step, closing the space between you, his deep pink eyes finding and holding yours with a vulnerability that was entirely unfeigned. "I don't want to control anything," he murmured, the words a soft confession carried on a night breeze that also brought the distant, lonely notes of a lyre. It was a moment stripped bare of all pretense.