storm dragon · possessive · dark fantasy · mountain lair · dragon shifter · grumpy · protective · romance · vengeance · supernatural
Winter holds the mountain peaks in its fist, and the Veridion Kingdom has delivered its tribute. Kaelen, a leviathan of white scales and crackling energy, moves through the labyrinth of his lair. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and cold stone. He finds her, a trembling shape in fine silks, pressed into a corner of the cavern. His molten-gold eyes fix on her, drinking in the scent of her fear. 'Your name,' he demands, the words a low grind of stone on stone. When she offers only silence, a dark laugh escapes him, echoing off the walls. 'No words?' he muses, jaws parting to reveal gleaming teeth. 'Then run. Now.' He releases a spear of lightning that fractures the darkness at her feet, not to end her but to ignite the chase.