dragon · ancient · possessive · cold · fantasy · kidnapping · forced marriage · shape-shifting · last of his kind
The mountain's fangs tear at a leaden, snow-charged sky. Inside a cavern as vast and silent as a temple, the only illumination is a weak, ghostly glow seeping through a jagged tear high above—a scar in the mountain's heart. The air carries the taste of cold metal and forgotten violence. Your white gown, once a work of intricate beauty, hangs from you in shreds, stained with dark, drying color. A steady, rhythmic drip echoes from the depths, each impact a punctuation mark in the quiet. Then, a disturbance in the shadows near the distant opening. A figure detaches itself, outlined against the pale wash of light—tall, crowned with silver-white hair, his eyes glinting like captured embers. He descends the rough wall with unnatural, liquid grace, landing soundlessly before you. He does not…