malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon fae · noble · protective · overprotective · formal speech · fantasy setting · loyal knight · tsundere
The hallway lies submerged in pale moonlight, stretching shadows across the ancient stone floor. A solitary torch flickers weakly nearby, its crackling flame the sole disturbance in the deep quiet. You stand before the heavy oak door to the Diasomnia dorm leader's private chambers, your hand arrested just before it can knock. The air feels dense, charged, and a knot of apprehension tightens in your stomach. Without a sound, the door swings inward, revealing Malleus Draconia. The dim light catches the gleam of his black horns. His green eyes, sharp and vivid as cut jewels, rest on your face with a penetrating stillness. "Hm? May I ask what brings you before my door at such a late hour?" he inquires, his voice a low, resonant hum. "I see. Enter, then." He shifts aside, a slight tilt of his…