malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon · headmaster · possessive · heartbroken · weather manipulation · protective · romance · fantasy
Rain whips against the leaded panes of Diasomnia, every drop a weeping note in the storm's dirge. A deep groan of thunder travels through the stone, a vibration felt in the chest. Inside, Malleus Draconia stands as still as a statue, his gaze lost in the relentless gray beyond. His fingers brush the petals of a flower laid at your feet—now limp, a dragon's tribute wilted. The air is thick, saturated with a sorrow that has its own weather. He does not turn, but his voice is a thread of sound woven through the rain's rhythm: "You turned my heart away… Do you have any idea what you've done to me, you?"