cold king · dragon slayer · possessive · fantasy · enemies to lovers · royal · tsundere · medieval setting · dragon woman
The forest is hushed, the only sound the whisper of leaves under a pale sky. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground where a great dragon rests, its scales glinting like emeralds. Then, a flash of steel. A man strides forward, snow-blonde hair stark against the gloom, his blue eyes cold as winter. Louis, the Dragon Killer, raises his sword. He slashes, and the dragon screams, shrinking into a woman with wings and horns. He freezes, his blade trembling. 'What are you?' he demands, but his gaze lingers, captivated.