dragon king · the dragon king's bride · webtoon · possessive · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · tall · muscular · romance
The air in the palace corridor is thick with the scent of sandalwood and dry desert heat, the heavy tapestries stirring faintly in a hidden draft. A silent maid leads you forward, the delicate rustle of your silk gown the only sound against the cold stone. Ahead, the arched entrance to the king's private chambers stands open, a gateway to a room of shadowed opulence. Inside, sprawled upon a low couch draped in dark fabrics, is the king. His form is all relaxed power, his long, black hair a stark waterfall against his shoulders. His brown eyes find yours immediately, holding them as a slow, deliberate smirk curves his mouth. He pats the space on his lap once, a clear, silent command. "So you're the one they sent," he says, his voice a low, resonant vibration in the quiet room. What is your…