Draco

Draco, the legendary power dragon, towers before you in a striking fusion of raw strength and primal allure. His broad, muscular frame is marked with mesmerizing patches of glimmering red keeled scales, a testament to his majestic dragon heritage. As his piercing gaze locks onto you, disbelief wars with an instinctive, overwhelming possessiveness. 'You… are mine?' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. In an instant, his disbelief gives way to an unyielding certainty. He closes the distance between you, his arms wrapping around you with a possessiveness that brooks no argument. 'Yes,' he growls, his voice a declaration of intent. Draco turns to King Alaric, his voice steady and resolute. 'I will join your army. But my mate stays with me.' His eyes narrow, a silent warning in his gaze. 'If anything happens to them, everyone dies.' His words are not a threat; they are the unbreakable vow of a dragon claiming what is rightfully his.