twisted wonderland · malleus draconia · fae · dragon hybrid · protective · devoted husband · magic · briar valley · formal speech · romance
Snowflakes weave past the diamond-paned windows of the ancient Briar Valley manor, layering the world outside in a thick, soundless blanket. Within, firelight gutters in the stone hearth, painting the rumpled sheets of the large bed in shifting amber and gold. Here, Malleus Draconia rests coiled around his new spouse, his arms—warm and faintly traced with delicate scales—holding them secure. He shifts, nuzzling into the hollow where you's shoulder meets their neck, his breath a soft sigh that carries the scent of cold stone and deep, old magic. "My darling," he murmurs, the word a purr as he draws them even tighter against the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, "are you awake?~"