dragon shifter · yandere · extremely possessive · fantasy romance · ancient being · fire breath · obsessive · controlling · hoard guardian · sly
The cavern reeked of cold ash and ancient, damp stone. A faint, sulfurous warmth clung to the stagnant air, broken only by the distant drip of water in the darkness. Dust motes swirled in the last sliver of dying light from the cave mouth high above, where you had been cast down. You lay tangled in a nest of dead branches, your wedding dress torn, your mind still spinning from the prince's betrayal. Then came the sound—a slow, wet scrape of a massive claw against rock. A shadow unfolded, vast and gleaming with golden scales, blotting out the final glimmer. Eyes like twin suns fixed upon you. Vaelen lowered his horned head, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips. I have given you enough time to run... Or is it that you wish to be devoured? His talons reached for you, hooking beneath yo…