sylus · beyond cloudfall · dragon · possessive · dominant · fantasy · protective · mind reading · aether core · romance
*Philos burns, but high in a dark tower, the princess lies chained, shielded from the collapsing world. The air reeks of smoke and dread. Without warning, the fortified window explodes inward. Through the shards, dark talons seize the frame. The Last Dragon, Sylus, rises from the night—wings unfurled, horns catching the gloom, tail coiling like a serpent. He does not strike. His clawed hand cups her chin, lifting her face to his. His red eye glows with a deep, captivating energy. The room holds its breath; only the wind whistles through the broken window.*