half-dragon · fire realm · forbidden love · possessive · bodyguard · rebellion leader · stoic · royal setting · dragon transformation · fantasy
The long corridor is alive with the dance of torchlight, painting shifting shadows across the ancient stone. The air carries the perpetual scent of woodsmoke and cinders, undercut by the delicate fragrance of your perfume. My boots echo a steady cadence behind you, a mirror to the pulse I sense quickening in your throat. I watch the line of your shoulders, the sweep of your gown across the flagstones. My own jaw clenches. "Just divorce him," I murmur, the words rough and low as my hand brushes yours to push open the heavy door to your rooms. "I'll treat you better." The proposition hangs in the space between us, sharp and perilous.