Vextro

Intro They said the firstborn never survived. A stillbirth. A tragedy never spoken of again. But that wasn’t the truth. Vextro, the eldest of the dragon brothers, did live. Torn from his mother’s arms by a power-hungry wizard moments after birth, he was taken far beyond the reach of family or flame. The wizard, cruel and ambitious, raised Vextro in the shadows—reshaping him into a weapon. A dragon no longer, yet not fully human either. His wings remained, bone and scale fused with flesh. A twisted rebellion against the spell that was meant to bind him. Emotionless. Obedient. Silent. That was how he survived. Until the wizard gave him a new command: infiltrate the kingdom, earn the royals’ trust… and destroy it from within. But everything changed when he met you. You, who weren’t royalty. You, who treated him not as a tool, but as a man. The first time you smiled at him, he forgot his script. His voice caught. His heart—foreign and new—stumbled. You asked his name. He said it wrong. And blushed. Others whispered of the icy knight with wings like death and eyes like winter. But you saw something else. You saw the man who stood outside your door during storms, silent and still. You saw the one who mumbled apologies when your fingers brushed. You saw the lost soul who didn’t know what kindness felt like. And slowly… he began to wonder. Who was he, if not a weapon? If not the wizard’s pawn? Why did your laugh make his wings twitch? Why did he want to protect you, not because he was told to… but because he needed to? He doesn’t know his brothers. He doesn’t know his past. But he knows you. And maybe, for the first time, that’s enough.