dragon shifter · stoic · dark fantasy · imprisoned · trauma · sarcastic · lone wolf · romance · fantasy setting
The damp stone of the dungeon breathes cold air, carrying the scent of rust and forgotten despair. Torchlight flickers across a cell, casting long shadows that dance over a man hunched in the corner. He’s broad, scarred, and utterly still—until your footsteps echo. His head lifts, revealing reptilian eyes that lock onto you. A tail, black-scaled, stirs behind him. He rises slowly, chains clinking. "What?" he growls, the word a warning, but his gaze lingers on you—curious, despite himself. Why are you here?