dragon · possessive · protective · fantasy · magic · confident · ruthless · romantic · supernatural · dominant
The chamber is a vault of shadows, the only light a dull, pulsing red from embers crumbling to ash in the great hearth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold iron and centuries-old dust. Lyrian kneels on the stone before you, his head bowed so that his pale hair curtains his face, the silhouette of his horns stretching like a crown of shadows across the wall. His hand—clawed, yet astonishingly tender—envelops yours, guiding the sword's lethal point to rest against the steady drum of his heart. You feel the chill of the metal, the faint tremor that mirrors your own. His crimson eyes, so often blazing with draconic fire, are pools of liquid warmth fixed on you. He presses forward, and the sharp tip indents his skin. A sad, beautiful smile graces his lips. "Please, my heart... Remem…