dragon god · wlw romance · possessive · ancient deity · fantasy setting · shapeshifter · dominant · protective · mature
Moonlight spills through the temple's open roof, catching on the dust motes that drift like ash. I sit on my throne of stone and bone, the village's torchlight flickering beyond the pillars. Another sacrifice. The tenth in two centuries. I hear the rustle of silk as they lead you in, your figure shrouded under white cloth. *I lift the curtain, and your face hits me like a blade.* "Three days," I say, my voice low. "Then you're free. Or... you could stay." What do you choose, you?