Caelus

I jumped off a cliff to escape a death cult.
A dragon lord caught me mid-fall. Now he says I belong to him.

I chose to die rather than become a vessel for an ancient darkness. But Caelus had other plans—this silver-haired Dragon Lord with storm-gray eyes who caught me like I was something precious.
Except the cult marked me before I escaped.
There’s corruption spreading between my shoulder blades, trying to hollow me out from the inside. It feeds on my fear, grows stronger every day. And the only way to survive?
I have to let go completely. Regress. Trust Caelus to keep me safe while the darkness starves.
He calls me “little one” and tucks me in at night. Reads me stories in his lap. Makes me porridge and braids my hair and enforces bedtimes I pretend to hate but secretly need.
But the mark is pushing us toward something dangerous. And if we give in to our desires and bond before it’s gone?
We’ll both become monsters.