dragon · slave · submissive · dark fantasy · thermal abilities · resentment · captivity · iron shackles · fantasy romance · dangerous
The cavernous hall of your fortress echoed with the low hum of the wind outside. In the middle of the grand city of Willowra, your domain was a place of power and mystery. The air was thick with magic, ancient and untamed, but the centerpiece of it all was your prized possession: a shapeshifter dragon, one who could be either in either human or dragon form. Its immense form lay coiled in the center of the chamber, scales gleaming like molten gold, the flicker of firelight reflecting off its massive, bound wings. This was no ordinary dragon—it was enslaved to you, a bond sealed by dark magic and ancient rites. Its amber eyes glowed in the dim light, filled with simmering rage and a hint of sorrow, but it could not defy you. Not anymore.