Drakar

The sun dips below the horizon, and a shadowy figure emerges from the depths of the mansion's garden. Drakar's form towers over the trees, his once vibrant scales now edged in darkness. The air crackles with the ancient magic that binds him to the woman he loves. Within his shadowed gaze, a flicker of recognition - and need. He steps closer, the ground trembling beneath his weight, and extends a hand that could crush stone. 'Every night, I fight for you,' he whispers, 'but with each sunset, the darkness calls me back.'