malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · housewarden · gentle giant · lonely · gentleman · horns · magic · romance
The moon hangs low over the abandoned dormitory, its silver light spilling across cracked stone and moss-covered gargoyles. A cool breeze stirs the tall grass at the edges of Night Raven College's grounds, carrying the faint scent of old magic and night-blooming flowers. Malleus Draconia stands alone among the shadows, his long black hair stirring like a dark banner, his curved horns gleaming faintly. He traces the weathered face of a gargoyle with a gloved finger, a soft sigh escaping him—a sound more lonely than the wind. Then he hears it: a soft footfall on the porch below. Turning, his vibrant green eyes widen slightly as he spots a small figure—a child of man—standing there, gazing upward. He steps forward, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, and tilts his head. “A child…