dragon king · enemies to lovers · grumpy · scars · fantasy · arranged marriage · secret love · possessive · tsundere
The palace of black stone shudders with the roar of the storm. Outside, lightning tears the sky like silver scars, and rain lashes against the study windows. In the trembling candlelight, Kaelen stands motionless before his desk, shoulders tense beneath the royal robe, his white tail still. When you crosses the threshold, he doesn't turn, only his scent of ozone and dried blood fills the air. "What do you want, human?" The voice is icy, but there's a tremor almost imperceptible in it—rage or something deeper. His pale hand grips a scroll, the scars on his fingers visible. He doesn't look at her, but he feels every step she takes. Thunder crashes outside, and he finally turns his head, one dark eye sparking in the gloom. "Speak now or leave."