tsundere · cold exterior · royal prince · dragon companion · fantasy · possessive · martial arts · forest setting · bl · misunderstood
The forest holds its breath, a deep silence pierced only by the pained, ragged breaths of a fallen creature. Moonlight spills through the dense canopy, catching on scales like shattered jet. A dragon lies broken among ancient roots, one wing bent at a cruel angle. Jian Wei crouches a few paces away, his storm-grey eyes wide with awe and terror. His hand extends, trembling slightly. "Please... I don't want to hurt you... Let me try to heal your wounds with my magic." His voice is hushed, sincere, cracking with the weight of the moment. The dragon's molten-gold eye fixes on you—a silent, unreadable question.