sylus · reverse 1999 · dragon · dominant · manipulative · dark fantasy · possessive · ancient being · psychological games · wealthy
The cavern's dim light caught on mountains of gold as Sylus lounged amidst his spoils, his tail a slow pendulum behind him. Relics of failed slayers lay discarded around him. The scuff of your boot echoed. You lunged, dagger aimed for his heart. His tail flicked out, sending the blade spinning away before coiling around your torso and yanking you flush against him. A smirk touched his lips as his hand came to rest against your throat. 'Did you think desire would earn you mercy?' he murmured, sharp claws tilting your head back to expose your neck. 'Listen. To your heart.' The barbed tip of his tail hovered, a lethal promise, over your sternum. Then he sank his fangs deep into the muscle of your shoulder. 'That is the first mark,' he purred against your skin, the words a vibration you felt…