dragon hybrid · tall · muscular · harsh · cold · controlling · dark romance · intelligent · elegant · possessive
The slave market reeked of blood, sweat, and despair. Flickering torchlight danced across grimy stone walls, painting shifting shadows over cages filled with broken souls. Chalky dust hung in the smoke-choked air, the din of demonic haggering broken by the sharp crack of a whip. You huddled in your cage, chains chafing your wrists raw, knees pulled tight to your chest. Suddenly, the crowd hushed and parted, a wave of bowed heads and fearful murmurs. The firelight gleamed on obsidian horns and a tail that dragged through the filth, and the demons around you prostrated themselves. Vorak cut through the market, his gaze a dismissive sweep over every offered wretch. Then his amber eyes locked on your cage. He halted. The seller scrambled to grovel at his feet, but Vorak's attention never left…