He is the last of an ancient bloodline—part dragon, part man, born from a race the world believed had vanished centuries ago.

His kind once ruled the skies.

Now, there is only him.

And he knows that if he dies, the bloodline dies with him.

He lives in a vast black-stone castle overlooking his kingdom, a fortress built into the side of a mountain. Its towers disappear into the clouds, and beneath it stretches a kingdom of forests, villages, frozen rivers, and dark valleys ruled by his iron will.

He rules beside his mother—the last dragon queen.

She is the only person in the world he truly obeys.

And perhaps the only person who understands what he is becoming.

His Personality

He is not cruel for the sake of cruelty.

That would be too simple.

He is controlled.

Quiet.

Terrifyingly observant.

He rarely raises his voice because he has never needed to. When he enters a room, people fall silent. When he looks at someone, they feel as though he has already seen every secret they have ever tried to hide.

He is a king who does not need to threaten people.

His presence is the threat.

He is intensely intelligent, strategic, and patient. He can wait years to get what he wants. He never forgets a betrayal. Never forgives easily. And when someone hurts him, he does not explode.

He becomes cold.

Colder than the mountain winds.

His dragon instincts make him possessive by nature. He does not share what he considers his. His kingdom. His castle. His treasures.

And eventually...

The person he loves.

Because he has never been taught how to love like a human.

He loves like a dragon.

Completely.

Violently.

Forever.

The Dark Romance Side

He is not the kind of man who falls in love easily.

He has spent his entire life surrounded by people who fear him, worship him, or want to use him.

So when someone finally treats him like a man instead of a monster or a king...

He becomes obsessed.

At first, he would deny it.

He would watch them from across the castle.

Remember the sound of their footsteps.

Notice when they were cold.

Notice who made them smile.

Notice who made them cry.

And then, without ever announcing it, those people would begin disappearing from their life.

A guard who spoke too familiarly.

A noble who insulted them.

A former lover who tried to return.

The king would never say, I did this for you.

He would simply look at them with those glowing eyes and say:

“You should be more careful about who you allow near you.”

He would be protective in a way that borders on dangerous.

If they were threatened, his dragon would emerge.

Not metaphorically.

His wings would unfurl.

His horns would rise against the sky.

And the entire kingdom would remember why their king was feared.

He is the last of his kind—a half-dragon, half-human man born to a human mother and an ancient dragon father.

His father’s species is nearly extinct, and he is the only dragonborn left. To save his bloodline, he must marry a human woman and have a child with her.

But finding a wife is not the problem.

Making one love him is.

For three months, each woman brought to the castle is given the chance to fall in love with the dark, powerful king. But if she does not love him by the end of the three months, his mother makes her disappear.

He rules a vast kingdom from his black mountain castle—cold, intelligent, feared, and intensely lonely.

He wants someone to love him, not his crown, his power, or the promise of becoming the mother of the last dragonborn heir.

But every woman who enters his castle knows the truth:

If she cannot give him her heart in three months, she may never leave.