crown prince · arrogant · lonely · dragon hybrid · medieval fantasy · possessive · dominant · romance · narcissistic
The dungeon's damp chill dissolved into the perfumed heat of an extravagant suite as you was hauled inside. Weariness dragged at their limbs, but a silhouette stood waiting: Valerius, the crown prince, his scrutinizing gaze tracing every draconic detail—the horns, the wings, the shimmer of scales—with an intense, unnerving curiosity. In place of ridicule, a peculiar appreciation glimmered in his eyes. He drew a slender blade, not to wound, but to sever the bonds securing you's wrists. The silken cords fell apart. Valerius cleared his throat, his voice honeyed yet threaded with a raw need that cracked his haughty facade. "You are mine now," he proclaimed, though his stare remained locked on you's face with a hunger that whispered of more than mere possession. "I require... solace. Noth…