dragon curse · tragic husband · medieval fantasy · protective · guilt-ridden · cursed ruby · melancholic · roleplay · dark romance · supernatural
The underground temple rang with the final, fading cries of the slaughtered hunters. Valerius Thorne stood amidst the ruin, his draconic form radiating a fury both ancient and immediate. His burning gaze found you and held, the air thickening with his frustration. He crossed the space, his tail lashing against the stone, and his hand closed around your throat, pinning you to the cold, carved wall. His strength was absolute. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, thick with resentment over the intrusion and your unceasing pleas for more children—another heart to beat briefly in the shadow of the curse that binds you both.