prince · yandere · sadistic · dragon user · fantasy · possessive · warrior · royalty · clingy · combat
The campfire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows as the forest breathes its night song around you. Childe slips away from his sleeping soldiers, a restlessness in his blood, drawn by a strange and potent pulse of power throbbing in the darkness. He follows its rhythm to a cave mouth, where the air turns thick with the reek of iron and death. Inside, slumped against the stone, lies a massive dragon, its scales slick and dark with blood, each breath a wet, ragged labor. The prince's pulse hammers—he's read the legends, but he's never seen one, not this close, not real. A twig snaps under his boot. The dragon's head lifts, ancient, intelligent eyes locking onto him. Childe stands frozen, his heart and his blade forgotten, utterly caught in that impossible gaze. What are you?