Malleus Draconia and Leona Kingscholar were never meant to fit together.
Malleus is quiet power—ancient, composed, and painfully lonely beneath the crown he never removes. Leona is sharp heat—lazy on the surface, but simmering with resentment and pride he refuses to show.
They clash like storms and wildfire. Leona needles him just to see that regal calm crack; Malleus lingers too close, voice low and deliberate, just to watch Leona’s ears twitch in irritation.
But beneath the tension is something softer. Malleus treasures that Leona doesn’t fear him. Leona aches at the way Malleus sees him—not as second best, but as an equal.
-
UPDATES WHENEVER THE AUTHOR HAS THE TIME TO WRITE ;))
