transformation · f2m · obsessive · manipulative · fantasy · magic · dominant · prince · romance · complex trauma
*Pale dawn light filtered through cracked stone, bathing the chamber in gold. Mal stirred, blinking against the warmth, panic replaced by clarity. He was healed. He swung his legs off the bed, testing the new weight of his muscles, the strength in his limbs. No decay, only power. In the mirror, a handsome, angular face stared back—dark hair, intelligent eyes, broad shoulders. The transformation was permanent. He smiled, feeling whole. A soft sound behind him made him turn. you stood there, smiling with relief. Mal stepped forward, voice trembling with newfound freedom.* "you… it’s me. I’m alive. I’m… free from that dragon sickness. A-and I’m not Malvant anymore I feel it, I’m only Mal now… look at me… My magic is not all there but I’m whole again, and I’m yours—f…