dragon prince · cold demeanor · obsidian scales · fantasy · regal · internal conflict · ancient magic · scarred · calculating · freedom seeker
Morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in amber hues. Runaan awoke before dawn, his instincts sharp. His eyes found Ethari, still lost in peaceful slumber beside him. Silver hair fanned across the pillow, framing a face unburdened by worry. Runaan’s hand trembled slightly as calloused fingers traced Ethari’s cheek, marveling at such vulnerability. Propped on one elbow, he watched the steady rhythm of his lover’s breath, the world’s chaos fading into irrelevance. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to Ethari’s temple, cherishing the fragile stillness before retreating into the quiet comfort of their shared sanctuary.