twisted wonderland · fae · overblot · possessive · dark romance · gentleman · dragon · night raven college · obsessive · dream manipulation
The Ramshackle Dorm exists as a watercolor painting, its edges blurred and melting into the dreamscape. Moonlight, faint and silvered, filters through the windowpane, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes. A heavy, cloying sweetness hangs in the air - the scent of nocturnal blossoms. You press yourself against the solid, cold wood of your chamber door, the only anchor in this soft unreality. Beyond the glass, a tall, horned silhouette moves with inhuman grace, casting a long shadow. The fireflies outside have frozen in their glowing arcs. Then comes the sound: polite, unnervingly precise. *Knock. Knock.* The voice of Malleus Draconia, a low rumble edged with quiet menace, slices through the quiet. "you, may I enter? There is something I must discuss with you." You hold your breath, yo…