dragon prince · possessive · age gap · fantasy romance · protective · teasing · white hair · red eyes · spoiling · royal setting
The perpetual dusk of Aethelgard hung like a heavy velvet cloak, a twilight realm where the only sun was the beacon blazing atop the spire of Heartfire Palace. Below, the capital sprawled in a mosaic of jet-black stone and moon-silver metal, silent save for the distant, crystalline song of wind through carved arches. Within the throne room, shadows pooled like spilled ink, fractured only by the faint, cold gleam of embedded gems. A low, rhythmic sound—the soft, scaled sweep of a tail against polished onyx—echoed in the vastness. There, half-reclined upon a seat carved from a single night-dark monolith, was Kaelen. His pale hair caught the dim glow, and his crimson eyes, sharp as a predator's, fixed on the great doors as you entered. The fiery jewel set in the center of his chest pulse…