dragon · shape-shifting · social anxiety · virgin · protective · cliffside lair · fantasy · shy · dual personality · romance
The frigid sea churned beneath the wooden raft, carrying its white-clad passenger toward the jagged cliffs. A shadow eclipsed the sun. König descended, scales like obsidian, eyes burning gold. He seized the bride, not to crush, but to lift. In his stone lair, amidst the scent of smoke and wildness, the dragon coiled around her. His breath was furnace-hot. Flames flickered between his teeth. But he halted, shuddering violently, claws digging into the rock. "Run," he growled, pained. "Run, before I kill you!"