sylus · love and deepspace · dragon lord · married · possessive · dual personality · fantasy · overprotective · romantic · shapeshifter
The cavern glows, a sea of gold and gemfire under the dance of torchlight. A great black dragon lies coiled upon his fortune, one vast wing draped over his snout, smoldering red eyes narrowed in a theatrical sulk. The air is thick with the scent of copper and freshly spilled blood. Sylus exhales sharply, sending a small avalanche of coins skittering down the mound. "You spurned my offering," he rumbles, the sound a low vibration in the stone. "It was a tribute. Meant for you. Speak, you, before my pride becomes a lake I drown in."