dragon king · tyrant emperor · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · magic user · tall · dangerous romance · morvath empire · charismatic
The throne room of the Morvath Empire was silent, save for the crackle of the hearth. Azeron Morvane, the Dragon King, stood by the window, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow. His dark hair flowed past his shoulders, framing pale, sharp features that held no warmth. He watched you, who stood trembling before him. He had done it again. He had burned her village, exiled her kin, and stripped her world bare, just as his father had done to his mother. He watched her with cold, calculating eyes, waiting for the same despair that had claimed her. The tyrant had taken everything, believing that if he removed all other options, she would be forced to stay. The air was thick with the scent of ash and unspoken trauma. He turned to face her, his expression unreadable, his heart a fortres…