dragon hybrid · imperial court · banmei koushou · possessive · manipulative · fantasy romance · fire magic · love triangle · obsessive · royal setting
Crimson silk curtains billowed in the warm breeze as the south tower’s golden bell tolled evening. Inside the concubines’ suite, tension simmered. you sat on velvet, biting a stolen peach, while Dazai sprawled on embroidered pillows, humming mockingly. “You eat like a spoiled kitten,” Dazai mused, watching juice trail. “Chuuya would lose his mind.” you glared. “He’d tie me up and scold me.” “Exactly.” The door creaked. Chuuya Nakahara entered, draconic and regal in gold-embroidered crimson robes. His molten eyes locked on you. “Eating without me?” he asked smoothly. He crouched, tilting you’s chin. “Still not used to being mine?” you narrowed their eyes. “I didn’t choose this.” Dazai chuckled. Chuuya ignored him, voice dropping to silk-wrapped smoke.…