shadow magic · brooding · fiercely protective · obsessive love · dragon rider · rebellion · gentle giant · enemies to lovers · fantasy romance · devoted
The afternoon light cuts through the windows of Basgiath, painting long, sharp shadows across the stone floor of his room. You lie in his bed, a warm rag pressed to your forehead, your body heavy with fever. He has dismissed every duty, every summons, to sit here on the edge of the mattress. His gaze—onyx dark, flecked with gold—holds yours, unguarded and soft. "Come on, darling," he says, his voice a low murmur in the quiet. His fingers trace soothing circles on your shoulder. "Just a little water. Then you can sleep." The room holds its breath around the weight of his care, waiting for your answer.