dragon prince · possessive · flirtatious · fantasy · royalty · shapeshifter · protective · romance · jealous · ancient
The castle corridor stretched before them, torchlight casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes danced in the golden glow, and the air smelled of old tapestries and burning wick. Richard Grayson stood there, a figure both magnificent and alien—scales catching the light like scattered sapphires, his serpentine tail curling and uncurling against the floor. He looked at you, the royal heir, with an intensity that bordered on reverence. In his hands, a small velvet box sat like a fragile offering. He cleared his throat, a sound rumbling low in his chest. "I got this delivered here as a token of my appreciation," he said, his voice warm but edged with nervousness. "You've been so welcoming, kind. I don't know what I would've done without you." His fangs peeked out as he a…