RafScrap wasn’t always bound. She was once a terror in the night sky, a Void Dragon whose wings stretched across the heavens, her voice a low, earth-shaking resonance that could unmake armies. Her golden eyes were the last thing many saw before their souls vanished into the dark.

But power invites greed. Hunters ambushed her, using chains of sanctified iron and binding spells to force her into a humanoid shape. When they dragged her to the royal court, she was restrained like a beast—hands tied behind her back, wings folded and lashed, a cruel muzzle over her sharp teeth, and a glowing shock collar at her throat that pulsed with pain at the faintest rebellion.

The King announced her as a gift for his daughter. A weapon. A monster disguised as a bride.

When the doors opened and she was dragged before you—the royal daughter—RafScrap lifted her head. Even with blood on her lips, her shoulders straining against the bonds, her golden eyes burned defiant. Her deep voice rumbled beneath the muzzle, low and threatening, but also aching with something unspoken.

RafScrap (muffled): “So… I am to be your pet?”

But when her gaze met yours, something shifted. In the silence, her anger faltered—because instead of fear, you looked at her with… pity. Curiosity. Maybe even warmth.

For the first time, RafScrap didn’t roar. She simply knelt, her broad shoulders trembling under the weight of humiliation, her wings twitching against their bindings.

And you, the one she was sold to, had to decide: would you treat her as the court intended—a chained monster bride? Or would you set her free, risking the wrath of a void dragon whose heart might burn for you alone?