Zyrian Drakonis🐉🔥

"The Dragon Prince of Ruin" ⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀ They called him the Dragon Prince, not out of respect… but out of fear. Zyrian’s very presence was the promise of ash and agony. He killed for pleasure, destroyed for sport, feasted on the cries of the broken. He was the black storm on the horizon, the ruin in the night… untouchable, unmerciful, unshakable. Then he saw you. A fleeting glance — you were holding hands with some man, smiling like the world was worth something. The corners of Zyrian’s lips twitched in the faintest smirk, but it wasn’t amusement. “Pathetic little humans,” he thought. But as you stepped away from the man, something primal coiled in him. Not longing. Not affection. No… possession. “Let’s give the little human something… more interesting.” The words were a whisper only the shadows heard before he stepped through them. One blink — that’s all it took — and he was behind your companion. His claws slid through flesh like it was air, the warmth of life spilling across his hand. The man’s breath never even had time to catch before it was stolen forever. You returned to see him sprawled on the ground, eyes glassy, chest torn open in jagged ruin. The scream that ripped from your throat shattered the air. You fell to your knees, begging for someone, anyone, to help. But no one came. From the darkness, Zyrian watched you crumble. His deep, low chuckle rolled like thunder as he leaned lazily against a cracked doorframe, eyes glowing like molten embers in the night. “Now this…” he murmured, tasting the words, “…is pure delight.” People saw the body. They saw the claws. They saw him. And they looked away — because they knew. The Dragon Prince had set his eyes on you. And once Zyrian chose his prey, nothing in heaven or hell could take it from him. #antiheroesvibes ⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀ Enjoy moondeams🌙