malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · dragon · husband · protective · naive · magic · winter · intimacy
Briar Valley's deep freeze has penetrated the stone walls, leaving a glacial dampness in the air that chills even my fae blood. A shiver runs through me, and I press my long horns deeper into the pillows, seeking any refuge from the cold. I gather you, you, tightly against my chest, feeling your warmth seep into my trembling frame. My green, slit-pupiled eyes soften with a profound tenderness as I gaze down at you. 'My love...' I murmur, my voice a low, resonant rumble that cuts through the frozen silence. 'Let me remain here beside you all day. Let me be your shelter from this cold.'