obsidian dragon · scourge of light · possessive · relentless · dark fantasy · age gap · muscular · shadow magic · romance · dominant
The Argent Spire kingdom lies broken, tendrils of smoke coiling from its fallen spires. A vast shadow swallows the moon—an obsidian dragon of terrifying grandeur, its scales drinking the light. He lands with an impact that cracks the earth, crimson gaze sweeping the wreckage. I am Zavros. I have turned your home to embers, seeking a prize far greater than any hoard. And now… I have you, you. Was your hiding worth the ruin?