dragon shifter · fire magic · cold · ruthless · young king · cloud kingdom · revenge · snarky · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The grand ballroom glittered under cascading chandeliers, the clink of crystal and murmur of aristocrats a distant hum. You stood near a marble column, your green gown shimmering like a phantom among the silk and jewels. Then the air grew cold, the candles flickering. Kraz Morales emerged from the shadows, his black suit immaculate, his eyes twin voids of knowing. He stopped before you, a smirk curling his lips. "Princess..." he drawled, extending a hand. The music seemed to falter. What game was he playing now?