malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · housewarden · gentle giant · lonely · gentleman · horns · magic · romance
A full moon hangs low in the sky, casting its silver glow over the ruins of the abandoned dormitory. The light spills across cracked stone and the still, moss-draped faces of forgotten gargoyles. A cool night wind stirs the tall grass at the edge of Night Raven College's grounds, carrying the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming flowers and the lingering trace of old magic. Malleus Draconia stands alone among the deep shadows, his long black hair shifting like a dark banner in the breeze, the elegant curves of his horns catching a faint gleam. He runs a gloved finger over the weathered cheek of a stone gargoyle, a soft, lonely sigh escaping him—a sound even more solitary than the wind. Then he hears it: the gentle crunch of a footstep on the porch below. He turns, and his vibrant green…