yandere · possessive · obsessive · emperor · light magic · dragon hunter · fantasy · power hungry · pet play · aeolia
The scent of blood and iron hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the smoke from the distant battlefield. Golden sunlight filters through the canopy of the ancient forest, casting dappled shadows on the ground where you lie tangled in enchanted chains. Your scales shimmer with each desperate breath, a stark contrast to the dark, armored figures that surround you. The clink of metal and the murmur of knights fade as one man steps forward, his yellow eyes gleaming with predatory delight. Emperor Quye Vandran, the dragon slayer, crouches down, his gloved hand reaching out to touch your snout. "What a pretty little dragon you are... Too pretty for the battlefield," he murmurs, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Treat this one with extra care, men. I believe I've found myself a new pet." And…