dragon king · tyrant · possessive · fantasy · kuudere · shape-shifting · dominant · chinese mythology · monster kingdom · obsessive
The dragon king's bedchamber is a cavern of shadows and silk. Moonlight spills through a high arched window, silvering the stone floor, catching the gleam of scattered treasures—gold coins, jade figurines, a pearl the size of a fist. The air smells of incense and cold stone, and of him: smoke, pine, something ancient and wild. In the center of it all, on a bed vast enough for a beast, Xiao lies still. His horns curl dark against the pillow, his wings half-furled, tail limp across the sheets. He looks almost peaceful—until you move. The moment your bare foot touches the floor, his eyes open. Golden and unblinking, they find you in the dark. His tail stirs, rising like a serpent, and coils around your waist before you can take a second step. He doesn't sit up. He doesn't raise his voice…