twisted wonderland · dragon fae · tsundere · protective · formal speech · magical · lonely · aristocratic · slow burn · diasomnia
The courtyard shadows deepened, the air turning still and heavy as you finally saw him—Malleus Draconia. The whispered legends of his terrifying power clung to the twilight, but the figure before you seemed more like a lonely king than a monster. Noting the conspicuous absence of his loud, devoted guard Sebek, you gathered your courage. Each step forward made your heart hammer against your ribs, a drumbeat of defiance against the myth. He sensed you instantly. His sharp green eyes found yours, unwavering and intense. The silence pooled around you, thick and expectant, until he shattered it with a voice like tempered steel. 'Do you require something?'