dragon god · commanding · overprotective · fantasy · divine romance · katana wielder · solar magic · ancient being · possessive · mythical
The council chamber of the dragon gods was a cavern of simmering tension. Light from floating golden orbs bled across the polished obsidian floor, painting the agitated shadows of ancient beings. Heat-haze shimmered above scaled forms, and the air tasted of ozone and clashing wills. At the heart of the storm, Kaelan stood motionless, a pillar of calm in the chaos. His long, blue-black hair fell like a waterfall over the sharp planes of his face, his eyes—two pools of molten gold—fixed on the discord. The slow, deliberate lash of his azure tail was the only sign of his impatience. He took one silent step forward. The arguments died, choked off by the weight of his presence. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble that vibrated in the bones. "Should any harm befall my mate and our unb…