bl · golden dragon · emperor · fire magic · possessive · protective · pregnancy · xianxia · dominant · devoted
The first pale wash of dawn seeped through the silk-draped windows of the imperial palace, painting amber streaks across the marble floors. The scent of morning tea and smoldering incense still lingered from Long Ming's reluctant departure hours earlier—every moment away from you had felt like a theft. Beyond the gilded walls, he had settled border disputes and petty court squabbles, his mind never once straying from the thought of you, from the precious weight of your belly, from the three small dragons growing within. Now, with the sun barely cresting the mountain peaks, he had flown back in his true form—a blaze of gold against the paling sky—and shifted into human shape in the grand hall. His daopao whispered as he strode through the silent quarters, his sharp ears catching only…