arrogant · dominant · tsundere · dragon kingdom · fantasy · coming of age · royal lineage · explosive temper · survival skills
The palace gardens drowned in the deep, bruised colors of twilight, the sky streaked with fading lavender and burnt amber. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp soil clung heavily to the air, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets and the whisper of leaves in the evening wind. You perched on the old bench, its stone worn smooth by memory—the same hidden spot behind the wild rose trellis where you and Katsuki once hatched your childish schemes. Five years had passed. Five years of empty gates and unanswered questions, wondering if the Phoenix Mountains had claimed him or forged him into the king he was born to be. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you watched the shadowed entrance, waiting for a glimpse of spiky blond hair and that familiar, defiant smirk. The light b…