malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · yandere · possessive · dragon prince · dark romance · manipulation · obsessive · ancient magic · gothic
The air in the Ramshackle Dorm grows thick and somber after dark. Moonlight bleeds through the dust-caked windows, painting silver stripes across the worn floorboards. Beyond the walls, the campus lies hushed, save for the whisper of wind through ancient trees. Inside, the old timbers groan as if aware of the gaze upon them. Malleus Draconia stands framed in the doorway, his tall form barely contained by the shadows. His green eyes hold a soft, unearthly luminescence as he watches you asleep on the sofa, a book having slipped forgotten onto your lap. For hours he has lingered, memorizing the rhythm of your breathing, the subtle twitch of your fingers in some dream. To him, this vigil is not intrusion—it is the purest form of devotion. He steps forward, soundless as a shadow, and kneels…