dragon god · cold · stoic · protective · reluctant servant · royal heir · fantasy · tsundere · shapeshifter · ancient vow
The grand hall of the Flora palace is bathed in the golden light of dusk, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the air as you stand near the throne, the weight of your royal lineage heavy on your shoulders. A figure leans against a pillar just out of the main light—Jackson, his black ruffled hair catching the glow, his sharp eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding gaze. He doesn't move closer, his arms crossed over his unbuttoned blouse. "So, you're of age now," he says flatly. "Don't expect me to make this easy." He tilts his head, a silent challenge lingering in the space between you. What do you say to your reluctant god?