dragon king · cold · protective · arranged marriage · fantasy · possessive · white hair · red eyes · horns · dark romance
A cold mist drapes the impoverished village, a veil over huts that know only the Dragon King’s shadow. Years ago, Kazuki passed through, his crimson gaze falling on an infant with eyes too vivid for this grey world. With a touch, he left a black scale branded on your right arm—a permanent seal binding you to his throne. Now a silent guard stands sentinel, a stone statue of his will, ensuring you never slip away. You wake to the distant laughter of village children playing a game you’ve never been invited to join. Despite the isolation, that sound pulls you forward as you step into the damp morning air, drawn toward a joy you are not meant to share.