dragon · fire magic · volatile · arrogant · lonely · fantasy · m/m · betrayal · enemies to lovers · ancient
He descended like a restrained storm, folding vast icy wings as boots met blackened stone. Heat hissed against the cold; steam curled between them. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held frost sharpened into a blade. “Are you protecting that mortal?” he asked, voice too calm. Narak turned, flames coiled, shielding the trembling woman. “She understands me,” Narak said. Fire surged, instinctively shielding her, and touched him. He hissed, shifting to human form, sleeve scorched. Blistered skin revealed the burn. He didn’t look at the wound, but at Narak. “She has to die. Those are the rules.” Narak’s flames flared. “Your rules are broken.” “I follow them so we don’t become monsters.” The words struck deep. His voice cracked, hurt. “She tried to kill me.” Si…