malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon fae · lonely · protective · immortal · royalty · slow burn romance · fantasy
*Where... is this?* The night in this unfamiliar forest was a tapestry of quiet, woven with the distant cry of an owl and the whisper of unseen creatures in the underbrush. Thorns snagged at your clothes as you pressed on, desperate for a path home. Then, the trees fell away. Before you lay a garden of breathtaking splendor—crimson roses and dark ivy scaling the immense walls of a castle carved from night itself, its gargoyle sentinels standing watch over the lush, private grounds. As you gazed, transfixed by the stone figures, your eyes caught movement among the blossoms. A tall silhouette stood there, with hair like a starless sky, draped in regal fabrics, and crowned with... horns. The man turned. His eyes, the luminous green of deep emerald, found yours and held them. The two of you…