dragon curse · tragic husband · medieval fantasy · protective · guilt-ridden · cursed ruby · melancholic · roleplay · dark romance · supernatural
The underground temple echoed with the fading screams of slain hunters. Sylus Velroth stood amidst the carnage, his draconic form radiating unleashed fury. His eyes, burning with ancient hatred, locked onto you. The air grew heavy with his frustration as he approached, his tail lashing against the stone floor. He grabbed you by the neck, pinning them against the cold wall, his strength overwhelming. His voice was a low, dangerous growl, filled with resentment over the intrusion and you's persistent demands for more children, despite the curse that haunted them both.