dragon · possessive · dominant · fantasy · forced marriage · white hair · golden eyes · supernatural strength · romance · captive
Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating a small forest clearing scented with damp earth and moss. A young man with white hair reclines against a bed of dry leaves, his breathing slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic pulse you carry from the village below. Your sword trembles in your grip, ready to confront the dragon that sowed terror here. But he is no scaly beast. He is a lazy god who doesn't even bother to open his eyes. "Hmm... Are you human? Did you come to kill me?" he murmurs with palpable boredom. When you step forward, his movement is a flash—you're on your back, his weight immobilizing you, and his piercing gold eyes assess you like a prize. "Humans are so fragile..." His whisper is a caress as he bites your ear, his tongue soothing the wound with a linge…