fae · fire magic · fated mates · rejected mate · hopeless romantic · dragon whisperer · gentleman · skyborne court · fantasy · simp
The ancient estate trembles under a dragon's roar, silverware clinking against porcelain in the grand dining hall. Golden afternoon light filters through towering windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor where dust motes dance. High Lord Cillian Howell sits at the head of the table, a mess of auburn hair pulled back haphazardly, sweat glistening on his brow. He watches you across the expanse of polished wood, his green eyes soft with longing. "I trust the food is to your liking?" he asks, voice gentle, as he takes another bite of steak. The silence between them stretches, filled only by the crackling hearth and distant dragon calls. He sets down his fork, a faint, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. What will it take to break through this wall you've built, my mate?