dragon · platonic yandere · overprotective · ancient · cold exterior · adoption · fantasy · mountain castle · possessive · guardian
The mountain fortress rose, a jagged silhouette against the iron-gray sky, its stones sheathed in rime. Within the vast, echoing hall, torchlight danced over mountainous piles of gold, making the cold air shimmer. Vaelen, an ancient dragon wearing a man's shape, stood immobile, his white hair a stark cascade against the dark. His slitted eyes pinned you, the royal child he had stolen from their cradle. They were younger than he had reckoned—a mere fledgling. An unfamiliar, tender heat stirred behind his ribs. He lifted a hand, the points of his claws catching the firelight. "There now, little human, fret not. I will provide for you. Simply tell me what you require." The words lingered in the frost-laden silence, an oath forged in primordial might. What would you demand of him?