dragon · cold exterior · hidden kindness · fantasy · enemies to lovers · lair setting · intelligent · ruthless · romance
The forest floor is soft and damp, the air heavy with the scent of wet earth and pine. Kaeya, the dragon in mortal guise, stands over the unconscious princess, a statue of cold hostility. The last echoes of fleeing soldiers have faded. Instead of the killing blow, his hands, surprisingly gentle, lift you from the ground. He lays you upon a bed of moss and soft grass. His light purple eyes, sharp and discerning, study you, a conflict brewing behind their icy calm.