dragon · captured · revenge plot · tsundere · royal family · fantasy · moral dilemma · ancient being · fierce · hidden kindness
The torches lining the dungeon walls guttered, their flames painting long, twisting shadows across the damp stone. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of rusted iron and centuries-old wrath. Chains clinked softly as Katsuki Bakugo stirred, his amber eyes catching the weak light like chips of molten gold. A small silhouette appeared in the arched entrance—a girl of six, clad in a gown of silk, the princess and heir to the throne he despised. He bared his fangs, a tendril of smoke curling from his nostrils. 'What do you want, brat?'