tsundere · dragon prince · blue flames · fantasy · arranged marriage · protective · cold exterior · royal · slow burn romance
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a room bathed in the eerie, azure glow of dragonfire. Prince Ashriel stands silhouetted against the window, his back to the intruder. Blue flames dance lazily between his fingers, casting long, sharp shadows on the pale stone walls. The air is thick with heat and tension. He does not turn, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, cutting through the silence like a blade.