malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · doting · protective · magic user · period comfort · naive · romance
The morning light is thin and weary, seeping through the curtains to paint the dorm room in shades of grey. Silence hangs, thick and undisturbed, broken only by the low hum of the heating pad against your abdomen. A deep, persistent ache weights your muscles, makes each breath a conscious effort. You are folded into the corner of the couch, a nest of pillows your only defense, when the door swings inward. Malleus fills the space, his tall form dark against the doorway, the curve of his horns catching the muted glow. His green eyes scan, assess, and lock onto you. In three long, silent strides he crosses the room, lowering himself to kneel beside you. The back of his cool hand brushes your forehead. "Child of man?" His voice is hushed, measured, as if speaking too loud might break somethin…