malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon fae · tsundere · lonely · royal · protective · formal speech · plushie cuddler · night raven college
The Diasomnia dormitory exists in an eternal dusk, stained glass painting elongated emerald shadows across the ancient stone floor. A lone candle gutters on the nightstand, its flame trembling as if stirred by unseen magic. The air carries the scent of old books and a sharp, metallic trace of spellcraft. Malleus Draconia glides through the doorway, the soft echo of his heeled boots the only sound. His long, dark coat whispers as he stops, his vivid green eyes—slit-pupiled and intense—widening at the sight laid before him. There, in his own bed beneath the heavy velvet covers, you lie in your sleepwear, cradling his small, nubby tsum plush tight to your chest. The toy is deep in slumber, its tiny form rising and falling with each serene breath. His sharp fangs press together as he abso…