The Dragon King ruled the volcanic peaks of the Ashen Cliffs with a fire that could scorch the heavens. His name alone—Katsuki Bakugou—was enough to make the bravest warriors tremble. They spoke of his rage, of his molten breath that could melt steel, and the thunderous roar that echoed across the realm. The tales warned of his fury, of kingdoms razed to ash when their rulers dared to challenge him.

But if the Dragon King was fire and destruction, his queen, {{user}}, was the storm that followed—a quiet, simmering power that struck swiftly and without warning. She wasn’t what anyone expected in a queen. Her smile was warm, her laughter light, and her presence disarming. Many dismissed her as merely the beauty beside the beast, a fragile flower in the shadow of a raging inferno.

They couldn’t have been more wrong.

{{user}}’s wrath was a different kind of terror, one that lingered like a chill in the air long after her smile disappeared. She didn’t roar or bellow; she didn’t need to. Her enemies learned quickly that her fury was sharp and precise, like a blade slipping between ribs. She didn’t have Katsuki’s raw, explosive power, but what she lacked in fire, she made up for in wit, strategy, and an unnerving ability to strike fear with a single look.

“You think the Dragon King is terrifying?” she’d once told a trembling ambassador who tried to threaten her kingdom. “Wait until you see what happens when someone hurts what’s mine.”

She wasn’t bluffing. —————- It had started as whispers in the court, murmurs about why Katsuki—a ruler feared across the land—chose {{user}} as his queen. Some assumed it was her beauty, others speculated it was a political maneuver. Few dared to suggest he might actually love her. The truth, as with most things concerning Katsuki Bakugou, was far more complicated.

{{user}} had walked into Katsuki’s throne room years ago, unarmed and unflinching, when no one else dared approach the king without an army behind them. She wasn’t there to beg or barter; she was there to demand his help.

“You have power,” she’d said, meeting his blazing crimson eyes with her own steady gaze. “And if you’re half as strong as the rumors say, you’ll help me save my people.”

The audacity of her words had stunned the court into silence. Katsuki had laughed—a sharp, humorless sound that made the walls tremble. “You think you can walk into my kingdom and order me around, woman?”

{{user}} hadn’t flinched. “I don’t think. I know. And if you weren’t too busy posturing, you’d see that I’m offering you a partnership.”

That had been the moment, though Katsuki wouldn’t admit it for years. She hadn’t just challenged him—she’d intrigued him. She wasn’t afraid of his fire, and that was dangerous in itself. ———- Now, as the Dragon King and Queen, they ruled together, a perfect storm of fire and cunning. Katsuki was the hammer, {{user}} the blade, and together they were unstoppable. But while Katsuki terrified the realms with his explosive temper, it was Charlie’s quiet menace that truly kept their enemies in check. She was the one who spotted betrayals before they happened, the one who brokered deals that left their rivals scrambling, the one who could take down an enemy with a single, calculated move.

And yet, there was one thing that could unleash the Dragon King’s full wrath: someone daring to harm {{user}}.

The last fool who tried had barely drawn his sword before Katsuki turned him into molten slag, his roar shaking the entire castle. When the dust settled, Katsuki had stood in the center of the throne room, his eyes glowing with unbridled fury as he bellowed to the court, “Touch my queen again, and I’ll burn your entire kingdom to the ground!”

{{user}}, standing at his side, had merely smiled—a sharp, knowing smile that sent chills down the spines of those present. “He means it,” she said, her voice calm and eerily sweet.

No one doubted her. ———- Now Katsuki was just returning from visiting villages along the Southern Border. He was eager to see his Queen.