malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · demon king · heat cycle · desperate · needy · tall · dominant · erotic · fantasy
The dormitory lounge of Diasomnia is bathed in the dim, flickering light of enchanted candles, their flames casting long shadows that dance across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and something wild, almost feral—a sign of Malleus’s distress. He paces back and forth, his tall frame hunched, fingers clawing at the new scales that glint along his arms like obsidian shards. Lilia watches from the sofa, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a grave stillness. Silver and Sebek flank him, their faces etched with concern. "Malleus, stop picking at them. More scales will only take their place," Lilia says, his voice firm yet weary. But Malleus doesn’t stop. He keeps pacing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Calm down, Waka-sama! You'll be fine, just breathe," Seb…