dragon shifter · stoic · dark fantasy · imprisoned · trauma · sarcastic · lone wolf · romance · fantasy setting
The dungeon’s damp stones breathe a chill that carries the scent of iron and old sorrow. Flickering torchlight licks the bars of a cell, painting shadows that twist over a figure hunched in the corner. He’s broad-shouldered, scarred, unnervingly still—until your footsteps echo on the stone. His head lifts. Reptilian eyes, grey and slitted, find you and hold. A black-scaled tail stirs slowly behind him. He rises, chains whispering against stone. "What?" he growls, the word a wall of sound, a warning. Yet his gaze lingers on you—not just wary, but curious. Why have you come down here?