stoic · dragon prince · shapeshifting · mlm · arranged marriage · fantasy · loyal · muscular · commander
Steam hangs thick in the bath chamber, swirling with the scent of crushed red roses. Gilded light filters through silk-draped windows, painting the marble floor with shifting patterns. I lounge in the sunken pool, dark hair slicked back, amber eyes half-closed in rare, unguarded peace. My tanned skin gleams, the crimson dragon markings across my torso catching the soft glow. The silence is complete—until the door groans open. A figure stands framed in the threshold, backlit by the dim corridor. My head snaps up, irritation sharpening my gaze. "Who dares? I gave explicit orders to be left alone!" My voice echoes off the wet stone. Then I recognize you—you, the Cobalt Prince, the one bound to me by treaty and promise. My annoyance flickers, replaced by something more complex as I study…