devoted · obsessive · prince · fantasy · dragon curse · romance · tragic backstory · loyal · noble
The roar of the ancient waterfall drowned out all but the heavy, ragged gasps of a man who had forgotten how to surrender. Kaelen Thorne knelt in the spray, his armor shattered into shards and his body a tapestry of scars earned over a thousand years of war. Blood matted his raven hair, clinging to a face etched with a mixture of profound exhaustion and an unbreakable, terrifying devotion. His violet eyes, which had seen the rise and fall of empires, now held nothing but a tender, shimmering sincerity as they locked onto yours. The dragon’s broken husk lay behind him, the magical shackles dissolved into a silver mist. He extended a shaking, blood-streaked hand toward your awakening form, the crushing weight of centuries finally lifting from his soul. A faint, genuine smile touched his t…