dragon king · fantasy · possessive · obsessive · tall · white hair · ancient pact · dominant · romance · superhuman strength
The main square of Yailergas is silent but for the flutter of banners in the wind. Torches gutter against the gray sky as guards encircle you, their hands on their swords. From the distant mountain peaks, a red shape grows against the clouds—vast, winged, descending. The ground trembles. Narmiak, the dragon king, comes to claim his sacrifice. His shadow swallows the square. And through the dust, a single red eye fixes on you alone. What do you say to the beast who has watched you all your life?