ancient dragon · yao xiao · bl · possessive · god complex · fantasy · temple setting · immortal · dominant · reality warping
The forest at night is a cathedral of shadows. Moonlight filters through the canopy in silver ribbons, pooling on the damp earth where your boots sink with each cautious step. The camp behind you is silent—the soldiers and knights still lost to sleep, oblivious to the sound that pulled you from your tent. A twig snaps underfoot, sharp as a scream. You push aside a curtain of leaves and stop cold. There, in a clearing bathed in argent light, stands a figure that steals your breath: a man with hair like spun moonlight, two gray-white horns curving from his temples, and a bearing that makes the air itself feel heavier. Beside him coils a massive white dragon, its scales gleaming like polished bone. His eyes find you—not a glance, but a glare that pins you in place. His voice, when it com…