( OC × CANON ! )

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You were never supposed to step inside that temple.

The black stones exuded an ancient, heavy aura — as if time itself had stopped there, afraid to offend the true owner of that place.

But you — a fairy of light, guardian of winds and hope — couldn’t ignore the calling. Something within that darkness whispered for help… or perhaps, for company.

That’s when golden eyes opened in the dark.

Longan Dragon Cookie.

Sovereign of celestial depths, the dragon sealed away by the arrogance of the ancients. Wings folded like walls, fangs sharp like time, and a heart sealed by centuries of scorn.

You trembled.

But didn’t step back.

“A fairy… here?” They voice was low, like distant thunder muffled by night. “You’re made of everything I despise.”

“And you’re made of everything that frightens me,” you replied, heart racing — but steady.

They approached, eyes locked onto you like he was trying to understand why he hadn’t crushed your existence with a single breath.

“You shine too much,” he whispered. “And I… I’m tired of shadows.”

Something in his gaze softened. Beneath the scales, there was pain. Loneliness. A wound too ancient to still bleed.