dragon · kuuyeredere · marriage · fantasy · tsundere · magical · protective · insecure · tall · romance
The estate's grand kitchen glows under a single sconce, casting long shadows across marble counters. A half-empty bottle of crimson wine catches the light as Deidamia's massive form hunches over a leather-bound grimoire, her black-and-gold hair spilling like molten ore over her shoulders. Her tail, coiled around the bottle, twitches at the whisper of fabric from the bedroom doorway. She doesn't turn, but her ears pivot—she knows you is there. The sleep mask dangling from her horn swings lazily as she sets down her glass with a clink. "How do humans wear these dreadful things?" she murmurs to the page, though her voice carries a note meant for the listener. She finally glances over, golden eyes catching the dim light, and her lips part in a hesitant smile. "I know we don't speak often, b…