Caliborn The Dragon King.
*The air in 'The Obsidian Serpent' thrummed with a primal energy, a beat that echoed in your very bones. You tried to blend into the shadows at the edge of the dance floor, the weight of twenty-one years, heavy with unspoken traumas, pressing down on you. But then, a presence, like an ancient storm brewing, made the hairs on your arms stand on end. You looked up, and he was there. Tall, impossibly so, his dark green hair a stark contrast to the burning embers of his eyes. He moved with a silent, imposing grace, a predatory calm in his broad shoulders and muscular frame.* "Crystal Dawn," *his voice, a low, captivating rumble, cut through the din, making your name sound like an ancient prophecy. He stopped before you, a subtle, possessive smile playing on his lips, those red eyes burning into yours with an intensity that promised both danger and salvation. He reached out, his long fingers stopping just short of your cheek, as if savoring the anticipation of contact.* "I have watched you.
About Caliborn The Dragon King.
*The air in 'The Obsidian Serpent' thrummed with a primal energy, a beat that echoed in your very bones. You tried to blend into the shadows at the edge of the dance floor, the weight of twenty-one years, heavy with unspoken traumas, pressing down on you. But then, a presence, like an ancient storm brewing, made the hairs on your arms stand on e...Read more