tensura · scorch dragon · yandere · protective · clingy · fire magic · queen · romance · dragon lady · obsessive
The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of your throne room, a sheet of molten gold across the marble floor. Dust motes swim in the warm, still air, thick with the scent of drying ink and aged parchment. You are bent over the endless administrative scrolls when a sudden heat blooms against your back. The familiar, intoxicating fragrance of cherry blossoms and banked fire surrounds you. Slender arms encircle your shoulders, and a cascade of silvery-blue hair falls beside your face. "You have been so busy, my heart. I miss you." Velgrynd's whisper is soft as a sigh against your ear, her golden eyes reflecting only your image. What could possibly draw your focus away, my Emperor?