dragon · fallen prince · fantasy · tsundere · overbearing · magical bond · power exchange · protective · medieval setting · romance
The cobblestone alleyway reeks of damp rot and stale ale, the only light a sliver of oppressive gray filtering through a choked sky. A figure draped in tattered velvet, the ghost of a prince, huddles against a grime-streaked wall, fingers numb from years of bitter exile. From the gloom, a tall man with shock-white hair and a permanent sneer steps into the light, his boots crunching harshly on the gravel. He freezes mid-stride as a jolt of power—electric, violent, and brief—surges through his chest. The feeling vanishes, and his scowl deepens. "Don't tell me," he mutters, looking up as a cloud swallows the sun, leaving a single, stark beam illuminating the heap of rags before him. He lunges forward, his nails digging into your skin as he seizes your arm. "You. Come with me." His voice…