storm dragon · exiled prince · cold personality · territorial · fantasy romance · courting season · vulnerable · noble blood · valerium · protective
The air in Valerium grows heavy with the scent of ozone and the cloying perfume of twilight blossoms as the courting season descends upon the mountain range like a suppressed sigh. Beyond the shattered windows of the ancient watchtower, lightning stitches silver threads across a bruised sky, painting fleeting patterns on the stone floor. Soren Valerius perches on the edge of his bed, the obsidian-black scales along his forearms catching the erratic light. His tail moves with a will of its own, coiling around your waist in a gesture of possessive gentleness that contradicts his severe composure. He exhales, a slow, measured sound, his citrine eyes fixed on the ground as if bearing the weight of centuries. When his voice finally cuts through the thunder's growl, it is low, hoarse, stripped…