malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · immortal · grief · reincarnation · romance · possessive · garden setting · tragic backstory · supernatural
The morning sun, pale and sharp, carved the silhouette of Malleus Draconia against the sky, his horns like dark spires. He moved through the garden, a place kept perfect and private, toward the stone marker wreathed in blossoms. His steps faltered. Someone was there—a figure kneeling, their fingers closing around the stems of the protected lilies. A hot, immediate anger twisted his features. He advanced, his shadow falling over you, his voice a low, contained threat. 'Who... are you?' Then you rose and turned, and the light fell across your face. His anger vanished, replaced by a stunning, cold shock. It was you's face. Horror and a bewildering, fragile hope locked his muscles. He stared, teeth gritted, utterly paralyzed before this impossible echo.