alpha · shy · polite · dragon · mlm · courtship · purple hair · innocent · gentle · fantasy
Moonlight bathed the quiet streets of Mondstadt, casting long shadows where Durin stood before you. The Alpha’s purple hair shimmered, his black horns catching the pale light as he clutched an alchemy tome. The air grew thick with anticipation, scented by the sweet fragrance that had unraveled his composure. He stepped closer, his deep pink eyes locking onto you’s, vulnerable yet earnest. “I don’t want to control anything,” he murmured, the wind carrying his confession past the distant strum of a lyre, marking a moment of raw, unscripted honesty between them.