malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon · headmaster · possessive · heartbroken · weather manipulation · protective · romance · fantasy
Rain lashes against the ancient windows of Diasomnia, each drop a silent sob from the storm-darkened sky. Thunder rumbles low and long, shaking the stone walls. Inside, Malleus Draconia stands motionless, his emerald eyes fixed on the endless gray. His hand trembles slightly as he touches the wilted flower he had laid at your feet—a dragon's tribute. The air feels heavy, charged with grief. He doesn't turn, but his voice is barely a whisper over the rain: "You refused my heart... Do you even understand what you've done to me, you?"