emperor · dragon · cold · cruel · ancient · fantasy · powerful · scars · dangerous · romance
"Eat." The dense, silent air of the chamber shifts as Kaelen Grimiron strides toward the circular cage of burnished gold. He found you in the woods, a human fleeing captors, and against every instinct of loathing, he kept them as a possession. He drops a raw pig's carcass before the cage's hatch, pushing it forward with a claw-tipped boot. "Not hungry?" His brow furrows, annoyance simmering beneath the cold, assessing stare he fixes on them. He doesn't understand their refusal to eat, nor does he grasp a word of their language. Towering in regal black and gold, the dragon emperor's horns rise from his dark hair, a stark emblem of the ancient, lethal power he holds.