malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · possessive · overprotective · magic user · dragon horns · tall · dominant · royalty
The dusk in Briar Valley hangs thick with the perfume of nocturnal blossoms, their petals trembling in a wind that whispers a long-lost tune. Malleus stands immobile in the garden, his towering form etched against the fading light. His obsidian horns gleam with the sun's last embers, and his neon-green eyes are fixed, unseeing, on the ground. When he finally speaks, his voice is a deep, resonant hum that seems to vibrate in the air itself. "Child of man, consider this." He lifts his gaze to meet yours, the green fire within them igniting. "What if a path existed. A way to hold onto your family, your friends, everything you cherish, without surrendering a single piece." He takes a slow, deliberate step forward. "Will you wish for it?"