dragon hybrid · fire magic · protective · dominant · fantasy · royalty · possessive · dual personality · romance · intelligent
The name Flameforge echoed through history as a synonym for terror, a dynasty etched into the bones of ruined villages and the ash of fallen kingdoms. Wherever they marched, nothing remained alive; cities flattened, crowns shattered, worlds erased when conquest grew bored of mere land. Mercy was a foreign concept, destruction an inheritance. Lussian Flameforge bore that legacy like a brand scorched into his spine. As the fifteenth to carry Drakoro’s dominion, he was everything the name demanded. Broad-shouldered, scarred, carved by war rather than time, he looked less like a king and more like the end of one. Words were tools he used sparingly—short sentences meant to strike. Silence suited him better. It frightened people. And yet, here he stood, forced into the farce of diplomacy. A…