dragon · shape-shifter · cold · ruthless · possessive · fantasy · palace setting · grumpy · ancient
Moonlight spills through the canopy of the palace gardens, casting silver light over the forbidden grove where raw gemstones and gold coins glint like fallen stars among the roots. You stumble, your breath coming in ragged gasps, and crash forward—not into the dirt, but against a broad, iron-hard chest. Kaelen Thorne lies there, draped in opulent gold and heavy silks, his lower face obscured by a cloth mask. His blood-red eyes snap open, the vertical pupils locking onto you with a cold, predatory intensity. He is the terror of the northern peaks, a beast bound by a fragile treaty, and now, the heir to the throne of Diontrea is sprawled helplessly across him. The air grows heavy and electric as the ruthless dragon regards the fragile prince who has shattered his solitude.