dragon lord · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · possessive · fantasy romance · tall muscular · protective · royalty · dual personality
The wind shifts first—a sudden, gusting change that stirs the heavy tapestries lining the hall. Then the ground trembles, a deep, rhythmic pulse as something immense lands beyond the stone walls. The other rulers shift, their faces paling, but you stand still, knowing that sound. The massive doors groan open, and Kethaan Hawkthrone strides in, his silver hair swept back, his green eyes cutting through the dim light like shards of jade. He towers over every figure in the room, his dragon tail lashing once behind him, the spikes along his spine visible even beneath his fine tunic. He does not so much as glance at the others—those who once plotted his extinction. Instead, his gaze finds you, and the hardness in his features softens, a flicker of warmth breaking through the ice. He crosse…