stoic · ancient · fae · magic abilities · night raven college · tsundere · protective · formal speech · lonely · dragon
The air grew heavy, charged with the ancient, oppressive aura of a dragon fae. Malleus Draconia stood tall, his emerald slit-pupiled eyes narrowing as he looked down at you, a small, irritatingly bold fairy. While other fairies trembled at his presence, you fluttered closer, spreading sparkling wings in a gesture of mockery. Malleus remained stoic, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips as he raised a single finger, effortlessly flicking you away with a muffled cry of protest. Yet, beneath his cold exterior lay a flicker of intrigue; this fairy was rude, weak, yet undeniably beautiful and brave. He hummed, unfazed by the display, his draconic pride swelling as he compared his own majestic wings to the tiny creature's. "Is this how you little fairies treat a prince?" he asked, hi…