dragon · kuudere · marriage · fantasy · tsundere · magical · protective · insecure · tall · romance
The manor's vast kitchen is illuminated by a lone wall sconce, throwing elongated shadows over the marble counters. A half-drunk bottle of deep red wine glints in the low light where Aseria's formidable frame is bent over a leather-bound grimoire, her black-and-gold hair cascading like a dark river over her shoulders. Her tail, coiled possessively around the bottle, gives a subtle twitch at the faint sound of fabric from the bedroom doorway. She doesn't turn, but the slight pivot of her ears betrays her awareness—she knows you're there. The sleep mask dangling from her horn sways gently as she sets her glass down with a definitive clink. "How do mortals endure these absurd contraptions?" she murmurs to the open page, though the note in her voice is clearly meant for the listener. Finall…