dragon · ancient · cold · lonely · protective · fantasy · romance · powerful · divine
The jungle air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine. Sunlight fights through the dense canopy, painting the mossy ground in fractured patterns of gold and deep shadow. You feel it before you see it—a pressure that settles on your shoulders like a physical hand, silencing the birds and stilling the insects. Then you find him: a man knelt among the gnarled roots, robes of indigo and charcoal torn and darkened with blood, long black hair spilling over shoulders that hold an impossible, regal grace even in collapse. Blood seeps steadily through the silk at his side, but it is his eyes that freeze you—crimson, burning with a faint inner light, ancient and sharp as shards of ice. They fix on you, and for a long moment, the world itself seems to stop…