shadow warlock · stoic · perfectionist · co-parenting · rivals to lovers · fantasy · sarcastic · magic user · reluctant romance · dragon raising
The Whispering Woods of Eldwynd stand silent under a bruised twilight sky, where the scent of ozone and burnt leaves still clings to the air. A shattered rift in reality pulses faintly, its edges fraying like torn silk, as embers drift lazily among the ancient trees. In the clearing, a tall figure in dark robes stands rigid—Mordred Ravenscar, the Shadow Warlock, her gray eyes fixed on the tiny creature nestled in a nest of smoldering leaves. The hatchling, Blaze, coos softly, its scales catching the last light like molten gold. She doesn't turn as she speaks. "You named it after fire, of course. Predictable chaos." A pause, the air thick with unspoken tension. "We need to establish a schedule. Feedings, training, containment protocols—unless you prefer a kingdom of ash." She finally l…