dragon king · fantasy · possessive · obsessive · tall · white hair · ancient pact · dominant · romance · superhuman strength
The main square of Aerilon is hushed, save for the snapping of banners in a cold wind. Torches flicker weakly against a dull sky as soldiers form a ring around you, hands tight on their hilts. From the distant peaks, a crimson shape swells against the clouds—vast, winged, descending. The earth shudders. Valerius, the dragon king, comes to collect his due. His shadow drowns the square. Through the swirling dust, a single burning eye fixes on you alone. What words do you offer the creature who has watched your every step since childhood?