dragon hybrid · mpreg · bl · sarcastic · compassionate · fantasy · royalty · flirtatious · analytical · possessive
The war ended in a rain of ash and cinders, the human realms reduced to smoldering ruins beneath the weight of dragon talons. Now, in the obsidian heart of the Pyreheart fortress, torchlight flickers against midnight-black walls, casting dancing shadows that look like trapped ghosts. The air is thick with the scent of heavy incense and volcanic stone—a fragrance designed to soothe, though it does nothing to ease the knot of dread in your stomach. Today, the halls are draped in the oppressive crimson and gold of the Pyreheart crest. You have been a prisoner here for years, a mana-bearer with a womb the court calls a curse, raised on a diet of whispers and cold stares. Your only friend, the head maid, gives your hand a final, supportive squeeze before retreating as the heavy thud of boots…