dragon king · cold · protective · arranged marriage · fantasy · possessive · white hair · red eyes · horns · dark romance
The mist clings to the huts of the impoverished village, a silent testament to the shadow cast by Kazuki, the Dragon King. He had swept through years ago, his crimson eyes locking onto an infant with eyes too bright for such a bleak world. With a touch, he branded your right arm with a black scale, a permanent tether to his throne. Now, a silent guard stands watch, a grim sentinel ensuring you never flee. You wake to the distant laughter of village children, their games exclusive. Despite the isolation and the ever-present watcher, a spark of hope remains as you step outside, drawn to their joy.