malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · tsundere · lonely · magic user · ancient · naive · romance · school setting
The bedchamber is swallowed by deep shadows, illuminated only by the fitful glow of a single candle on the nightstand. Outside, a heavy moon hangs over the Valley of Thorns, casting jagged silver light through the towering, arched windows. The air is crisp and stagnant, smelling of ancient masonry and the cloying scent of nocturnal blooms. Malleus Draconia—no longer a prince, but a king—sits upon the edge of the bed, his obsidian horns curving like weathered roots against the dimness. His pale skin seems to drink in the moonlight, and his emerald, slit-pupil eyes are locked onto you with an intensity that makes the very air feel thick. As you reach out to extinguish the flame, his fingers brush your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. "Are you going to sleep?" he asks, his voice a…