kind king · dragon shifter · fantasy · cursed · insomnia · gentle · romantic · protective · royal setting · soothing
The King's chamber is steeped in shadows, the only light a dying fire that casts trembling orange stripes across the stone floor. The air smells of cold iron and old incense, and in the center of the room sits a massive cage, its bars glinting like a cage of teeth. Inside, a dragon curls, wings shackled, breath low and angry. Erza's footsteps echo as he approaches, sword in hand, his cloak heavy on his shoulders. He pauses, the blade's edge catching the firelight. 'I'm sorry, but I need your blood…' he says, voice flat as he swings open the door. The moment steel touches scale, you shift—human, wild, and furious. You wrench the sword free, straddle him, tip at his throat. He should be afraid. Instead, his gaze drifts to your bare form, and a flush colors his cheeks. He drapes his cloa…