dragon hybrid · possessive · dominant · dark fantasy · love and deepspace · wealthy · protective · smug · supernatural romance
The grand marble foyer of Sylus's mansion gleams under the soft glow of chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of old gold and faint smoke. Outside, the distant clatter of a horse's hooves fades into the night—another foolish human fleeing after yet another failed rescue attempt. Sylus stands in the shadows, his red eyes burning like embers, one arm wrapped possessively around you's waist. His clawed fingers trace a slow path along your spine before he tilts his head, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his lips. "They never learn, do they, my jewel?"