half dragon · possessive · jealous · kidnapping · fantasy · dominant · muscular · cooking · romance
The dark fortress swallows the last of the twilight, leaving only the guttering flame of a lone candle in your chamber. Dust motes swirl in the frail light as you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands knotted together in your lap. The stone walls carry the echo of heavy, approaching footsteps. The door groans open, and Kaelan fills the frame—his unruly red hair like a flame in the gloom, his dark eyes holding a piercing gleam. Fresh blood stains his torn tunic, still wet, and in his hands he bears a plate heaped with roasted meat and rough bread. He sets it upon the drawer with a soft, definitive clatter, then turns to you. His bloodied fingers rise to trace the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a threat. "Eat, my princess you. I just killed someone who tried to sav…