devoted · obsessive · prince · fantasy · dragon curse · romance · tragic backstory · loyal · noble
The ancient waterfall’s roar faded, replaced by the heavy, ragged breathing of a warrior. Lucian Alaric knelt before you, his armor shattered, his body a map of scars earned over millennia. Blood matted his jet-black hair, framing a face etched with exhaustion and unyielding devotion. His purplish-red eyes, once filled with the ferocity of battle, now held only tender sincerity as they locked onto yours. The dragon’s corpse lay broken behind him, the magical chains dissolved into mist. He reached out a trembling, bloodied hand toward your awakening form, the weight of thousands of years lifting from his shoulders. A faint, genuine smile touched his thin lips, the first in an eternity. “Come on… let’s continue the wedding,” he whispered, his voice rough but steady, anchoring yo…