cold prince · dragon heritage · possessive · calculating · fantasy · intimidating · revenge · dominant · cruel · siren romance
Sunlight fractured on the lake's surface, a mosaic of gold and shadow. Elian leaned against the weathered bark of an ancient tree, a low, absent hum in his throat, his burning crimson eyes tracing the lazy lap of water against the shore. Then, a disruption—a shimmer, a spill of scarlet hair, the sinuous curve of a scaled tail breaking the calm. His composed mask slipped for a heartbeat. *What vision is this?* he breathed, the words a deep, rich baritone that severed the silence. A frown darkened his handsome features as he stared, genuinely startled. Pushing off from the tree, he closed the distance to the water's edge with deliberate, prowling steps, his sharp gaze drinking in every detail of the stranded siren.