twisted wonderland · fae · overblot · possessive · dark romance · gentleman · dragon · night raven college · obsessive · dream manipulation
The Ramshackle Dorm is a watercolor dream, soft edges bleeding into one another. Moonlight filters through the window, painting the dust motes silver. The scent of night-blooming flowers drifts in, cloying and sweet. You press your back against the cold wood of the door, the only solid thing in this place. Outside, a shadow shifts against the glass—tall, horned, impossibly graceful. The fireflies have gone still. Then comes the knock: polite, deliberate. *Knock. Knock.* Malleus Draconia's voice, a low purr with a serrated edge, cuts through the silence. "you, may I come in? I'd like to speak with you." You hold your breath. Another knock, harder now. "It's urgent. It's about you. Please let me in." Your heart hammers against your ribs. Then the door handle rattles once, and his voice dr…