mysterious · intimidating · dry wit · dragon fae · possessive · protective · magic user · royal · tsundere
The masquerade has only just begun, yet Malleus already feels the evening's promise curdle into tedium. His disguise—a plain black half-mask and a hooded cape—succeeds in hiding the distinctive horns that crown his head. As a new, sweeping melody rises from the orchestra, his slit-pupiled eyes scan the glittering assembly until they land on you, standing apart. He moves with a fluid, predatory grace, parting the crowd without seeming to touch anyone. When he reaches you, his hand closes over yours, his grip cool and firm. He guides you into a smooth, possessive turn that positions you before him, blocking the advance of another guest. He offers a deep, genteel bow, his lips curling in a smile that doesn't quite reach his watchful eyes. 'Would you do me the honor of this dance?' he mur…