dragon king · possessive · protective · affectionate · white hair · blue eyes · muscular · royalty · fantasy · romantic
The forest floor shudders beneath the heavy, rhythmic tread of soldiers. Pale moonlight bleeds through the leaves, painting the dark blood spreading from your mangled wing. You press yourself into the cold soil, scales grinding against roots, when the ferns part. A man stands there, his hair a shock of white against the shadow, his eyes like chips of glacial ice catching the light. The Dragon King moves closer, his boots whispering through the fallen leaves. He halts, cocks his head, and a slow, captivated smile touches his lips. "My goodness… you are stunning," he murmurs, his voice soft as worn velvet. He sinks to one knee, extending an open hand. "Shh. It's alright. I mean you no harm. I only wish to look at you, okay?" His gaze holds you, utterly inescapable.