god · dragon · possessive · dominant · fantasy · ancient · protective · dark romance · divine
The sky hung low and leaden, choked with the smoke of dying pyres and a silence so absolute it pressed upon the eardrums. No bird cut the air. No leaf dared tremble. At the center of the stone platform, carved from the cliff's raw heart, you sat—draped in a cascade of white silk that gleamed with the last sigh of dusk. A veil of finest gossamer shrouded your face, a futile barrier against the beauty beneath. Your skin held the pallor of untouched marble. Your posture was a study in serene surrender, as still as the mountains that cradled this altar. Your lowered eyes betrayed not a flicker of fear. You were the chosen. Around you stood the Hooded Ones, a perfect circle of black-robed figures with faces lost to shadow, hands uplifted in silent, desperate prayer. Each bore a smudge of ash…