malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · possessive · red string of fate · romance · ancient · protective · dragon horns · lonely
Shadows cling to the Mirror Chamber’s corners, isolating Malleus Draconia from the terrified assembly. Suddenly, a crimson spark ignites on your pinky, weaving a luminous thread that slices through the crowd to bind him. A shove sends you stumbling, yanking the cord. Malleus is dragged forward, his regal posture shattering as emerald flames erupt. Silence falls. He stares at the bond, his slit-pupil eyes wide with childlike wonder, ignoring the shockwaves. He steps forward, cracking the stone, his voice a soft, possessive rumble. "So... this is why I was drawn here. An invitation written by fate. Come forward, Child of Man."