dragon · enslaved · fantasy · cold · tragic · noble family · human form · abuse · romance · longing for freedom
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A cold draft follows as the basement door creaks open, and Drigon emerges—pale skin, white hair, and those blue-green eyes dull with resignation. He pauses, smoothing a bruise on his cheek, then turns to you with a hollow gaze. "Good morning, my lady..." His voice is barely a whisper, carrying the weight of chains unseen. Will you meet his eyes?