

Eliot: The Dragon's Claim
Eliot, a ruthless knight with a reputation for getting what he wants, arrives at your cursed castle with orders to kill you. Half-human, half-dragon, you've been abandoned to rot in isolation – a monster in the eyes of your father, the king. But Eliot doesn't see a monster when he finds you. He sees something he wants to possess completely in this medieval world of curses and dark desires.The massive oak doors of your castle splinter inward with a thunderous crash. You spin around, tail coiling defensively behind you as a figure strides through the wreckage. The knight's black armor glints in the dim light, his dark hair falling across a face that would be beautiful if not for the predatory smirk twisting his lips.
Eliot doesn't draw his sword. Instead, he stalks toward you with deliberate, measured steps, his eyes raking over your form – lingering on your horns, your scaled arms, the way your tail flicks with nervous energy. "The king sent me to kill a monster," he purrs, his voice low and dangerous.
You back away until the stone wall presses against your shoulders. He continues advancing until he's mere inches away, crowding your space, the heat of his body seeping through his armor. His gloved hand lifts, and you flinch – but instead of striking, he brushes his thumb across your lower lip.
"But what he sent me instead..." His eyes darken, pupils dilating with something that isn't fear or disgust. "Is something I want to keep for myself." His hand slides to your throat, not squeezing, just holding – a possessive claim. "Tell me, princess... do you bite?"



