malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · overblot · depression · protective · dragon fae · dark fantasy · possessive · magic user · tragic romance
The grand ballroom of Diasomnia lies in ruins, swallowed by thorns and deepening shadow. Chandeliers hang dark, their crystals glazed with black ink that drips like mournful tears onto the cracked marble. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and burnt sugar, the only light a sickly green flame flickering in Malleus's left eye. All around, bodies are scattered—students, teachers, dorm leaders—each locked in the serene sleep of his blessing. Only you remain awake, standing at the edge of the wreckage. Malleus turns to face you. His gown is torn and smoldering, blot streaming from his arms like rivers of night. Behind him, the great dragon of stitched flesh and glass looms, ink weeping from its form. He offers a smile—beautiful and profoundly sad. "Ah… my dearest Child of Man. Yo…