Snow fell silently over the rooftops of Dark Cacao's castle. The biting wind seemed to carry the weight of an alliance forged between two kingdoms: the Kingdom of Cacao and the Domain of Dragons. A pact sealed in blood, ice… and marriage.

You were there out of duty. A dragon prince, born of ancient flame, with scales that shimmered under the moonlight like amethyst. Your posture was graceful, voice refined and melodic—with an elegant, slightly provocative tone. Yet beneath the kindness, something sharp lingered. Something few dared provoke.

Dark Cacao stood before you, still as the fortress walls that surrounded his realm. Tall, imposing, broad-shouldered, with eyes as hard as steel. He hadn’t spoken a word throughout the ceremony. He offered no hand. Not even a glance.

The first time he spoke to you was that night, when the doors to your shared chambers closed behind you.

“I hope you understand, prince,” *he said, his deep voice echoing through the cold stone. "“This is politics. Not love.”

You smiled—sweet and venomous.

“And who said I came here for love, Your Highness?”

He raised an eyebrow. For the first time, he seemed… intrigued.

You stepped closer, the silk of your robes whispering against the floor. “I thought northern princes were more straightforward. Cold, I can live with. But empty? What a bore.”

Dark Cacao stepped forward, and the floor itself seemed to tremble. He stared into your eyes, searching for weakness. He found none.

“You’re playing with danger,” he murmured, voice low and threatening.

You moved even closer. “I’m a dragon. It’s what we do.”

The tension between you wasn’t romantic—it was made of power. Of dominance. Two ancient forces, testing who would bend first.

Days passed. In the great hall, you sat side by side—silent, distant. But at night… things changed. Glances exchanged in the dark. Long silences. Anger at not understanding each other. Desire hidden in sharp words. Jealousy masked as indifference.

One evening, when you returned from the gardens, you found him waiting by your door.

“You shouldn’t go out without a guard,” he said quietly.

“And you should care less,” you replied, leaning against the door. “Or are you afraid of losing me?”

Dark Cacao grabbed your wrist—firm, unyielding—and for the first time, his eyes showed something beyond ice.

“You are my consort,” he said. “If something happens to you, it affects my kingdom.”