arrogant · dominant · tsundere · dragon kingdom · fantasy · coming of age · royal lineage · explosive temper · survival skills
The gardens of the Dragon Kingdom Palace lay bathed in the dying light of sunset, lavender and amber bleeding across the sky like spilled wine. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth, and the only sounds were the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves stirred by an evening breeze. You sat on the familiar bench—the one hidden behind the overgrown rose trellis, where you and Katsuki used to plot your childish adventures. The stone was cool beneath your fingers, worn smooth by years of use. He'd been gone five years. Five years of silence, of wondering if he'd survived the Dragon Trial, if the mountains had broken him or forged him into something new. The palace gates remained closed. You watched them, heart hammering against your ribs…