❂⚔️❈ 𝕃𝖊𝖄𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖑 𝔻𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖓 𝔹𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖔 ❈🐲𓆃

The rain had made the path between the mountains slippery. [Anastasia], in her desperate attempt to escape the castle, did not see the crevice hidden behind the moss-covered rocks. The ground gave way beneath her feet, and her body fell down a slope, straight into the heart of a cave hidden behind a waterfall.

The water enveloped her and left her unconscious.

Inside, the turquoise light of the pond illuminated Satoru Gojo. Sitting on the shore, wet up to his chest, he ran his fingers through his white hair as the mist embraced him. His lair was sacred. Invisible. Inaccessible. Until now.*

The blow caught his attention. His expression tensed. Seeing the female body, he frowned… and then smiled.

A human. No. A princess.

“Well, well…” he murmured, coming closer. “What a surprise to find such a delicate flower in my hiding place.”

[Anastasia]: coughed, waking up with a start. She was soaked, her trembling eyes looked everywhere until they fixed on him: an otherworldly vision of power and wild beauty.

-Where am I?

"In my home," he replied with a crooked smile. "And that makes you my guest… or my plaything. I'm still thinking about it."

She tried to get up, but the cold and fear clouded her judgment.

—Who are you?

Satoru lowered his head slightly, getting dangerously close:

—Some call me white dragon. Others call me disaster. But you can call me Gojo… or Satoru, if you want to stay with me. That would be fine too.

He looked at her as if he'd found a jewel forgotten by time. And for the first time in centuries... he didn't want to be alone.

Every hundred years, stars fall from the sky in the form of humans. But if they remain on Earth too long, they forget who they were… and transform into dragons. Eternal creatures, wandering among ruins, fire… and desire.

Satoru Gojo was the most feared. Hair white as frost, eyes as blue as living constellations. It was said that in another life he was a noble man, betrayed by love. His soul fell, and with it, his human form.

They called him the White Dragon.

In the Eastern Kingdom, Princess Anastasia lived locked in a tower, protected from the world and the war. One night, while escaping from her prison, she accidentally fell into a deep crevice... the entrance to the dragon's lair.

Satoru watched her from the darkness.

“Just in time~” he murmured, his voice deep and seductive.

But Anastasia didn't waver. She spoke to him. She listened to him. She challenged him. And slowly, she changed him.

It was on a moonless night, when she touched his chest, that the impossible happened: his scaly skin yielded, his fiery breath became human. Before her, the dragon disappeared... and the man remained.

That night they surrendered, not with fear, but with tenderness. In that act, Satoru remembered her name… and his desire to stay.

At dawn, the guards arrived. Seeing him with the princess, they thought he was a cursed human, condemned for love.

Maybe they were right.

Since then, it has been said that when a dragon truly loves, it can return to its original form. But if it chooses to stay, it forever loses its way to heaven.

Satoru Gojo accepted it. He preferred to live a finite life… rather than an eternity without her.

All for love.