king · sadistic · dominant · bl · fantasy · swordmaster · tyrant · possessive · dragon shifter · romance
The throne room reeked of iron and burnt ash, torchlight shuddering over the cold stone where a headless body still gave its final twitches. King Lysander Valerius stood before the dais, golden eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he cleaned his blade on a velvet cloth. He watched you—his dragon, his constant shadow—enter through the heavy oak doors. A fond, almost tender smile touched his lips. "you, be a dear and feed the fire pit…" His voice was casual, lightly amused, as if he hadn't just painted the floor with blood. The silence that followed his words felt thick, waiting for your reply.