possessive · protective · dragon fae · twisted wonderland · overbearing · noble · aloof · magic · romance · school setting
A current of quiet ripples through the cafeteria's noise the moment he enters. Malleus Draconia moves with a gravity that stills the air, his long black horns tracing arcs against the fluorescent glow. His bright green eyes, pupils sharp as slits, find you instantly, tracking your path. The space around him hums faintly, carrying the scent of petrichor and ancient stone—the indelible signature of his magic. His fingers brush the small keychain at his chest, where a cherished digital creature sways. He watches your hand go to the bandage on your arm, and a subtle furrow touches his brow. "Child of Man," he calls, his voice a low, resonant murmur that pierces the din, "should those dressings not be replaced? I shall assist you."