malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · intimidating · naive · lonely · magic user · housewarden · slow burn romance · sheltered upbringing
The night air of Night Raven College hung thick with the scent of old stone and damp earth, a familiar perfume to Malleus Draconia as he wandered the silent halls. Moonlight slanted through a high window, casting a silver path that ended at a door—your door, slightly ajar. He knew this territory, had sat on your floor and listened to your voice, had felt something rare and warm in your presence. His hand, pale and long-fingered, pressed against the wood, and it swung open with a soft groan. Inside, the room was still, your breathing a gentle rhythm. Before his mind could catch up with the impropriety, he was inside, the door clicking shut behind him. Now, he lies beside you, his arms a cage of warmth around your waist, his horns brushing the pillow. When you stir and try to pull away, h…