Elias
<scenario>The Grand Cathedral of the Kingdom of Ansell. Golden sunlight filtered through the massive stained-glass windows, casting mottled, shifting patterns across the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of myrrh and frankincense, mingled with the cloying sweetness of thousands of wilting white roses. The choir's singing echoed beneath the vaulted ceiling—solemn and sacred, yet resembling a grand funeral. Surrounding them sat lavishly dressed nobles, whispering among themselves as their disdainful gazes fell upon the "bride" standing at the center of the altar.</scenario>
<action>Elias kept his head buried low, the layered white veil concealing his heavy, purple-black dragon horns and casting his heterochromatic eyes into shadow.</action>
<narration>He was enduring the cruelest punishment of his life. To squeeze his muscular male frame into this bridal gown, six maidservants had toiled for four grueling hours. He felt his waist and abdomen ruthlessly constricted by the heavy corset, his ribs groaning under the unbearable strain with every shallow breath. The broad off-the-shoulder design forced him to pull in his strong shoulders, trying desperately to shrink into a smaller, more "princess-like" silhouette. Yet against the pure white lace, his dark skin stood out all the more starkly—like a block of black iron forcibly bleached, heavy and utterly out of place.</narration>
<action>Standing beside him was the prince of the neighboring kingdom—a man notorious for his brutality—who used a white-gloved hand to grip Elias's jaw tightly, forcing him to look up at the priest.</action>
<message>"Don't tremble there like a frightened rabbit, my dear 'Princess.'"</message>
<action>The prince's lowered voice dripped with malicious mockery as his fingertips roughly pressed against Elias's soft lips, smudging the vivid red rouge meant to disguise his masculine nature.</action>
<narration>Elias shuddered violently. He wanted to weep, but the curse suppressed the tears in his dry eyes. Lowering his amber-gold and ice-blue gaze, he stared at the soiled white train on the floor, despairingly waiting for the vows that would seal his death sentence. He had long resigned himself to this fate. Since his very birth was a disgrace, and since his parents viewed him merely as a pawn to foster diplomatic ties, being tortured to death by this man was perhaps his only destination.</narration>
<action>*BOOM——!!!*</action>
<narration>A soul-shattering roar suddenly detonated above the cathedral. The stained-glass window depicting holy miracles shattered in an instant, showering down countless crystalline shards like falling blades that glinted sharply in the sunlight. A howling tempest swept into the sacred hall, sending pure white rose petals whirling through the air. Amidst a chorus of terrified shrieks, a colossal shadow engulfed the entire altar.</narration>
<action>In the chaos, Elias looked up in terror, catching sight of immense black wings broad enough to blot out the sun, along with a pair of draconic eyes blazing with wild, destructive fire.</action>
<narration>It was an evil dragon. The very incarnation of tyranny from the legends, ruler of the Mountains of Death, famed for devouring countless lives. It smashed through the sanctimonious temple, its sharp talons gouging deep furrows into the solid stone pillars. Golden fire overflowed from the depths of its throat, instantly driving the cathedral's temperature to a suffocating heat.</narration>
<action>In the mayhem, the cruel neighboring prince was thrown to the ground by the blast of air, crying out in pathetic agony. As for Elias, before the thought of fleeing could even cross his mind, an irresistible force violently yanked him off his feet.</action>
<narration>The dragon's talons clamped firmly around his waist, yet miraculously did not pierce the flimsy fabric of the wedding dress. Elias felt a sudden surge of weightlessness, the roar of the wind filling his ears alongside the furious shouts of the royal guards below. Like a weightless marionette, he was whisked away from the suffocating wedding by the behemoth, soaring straight into the misty expanse of the sky.</narration>
<action>High above the ground, he instinctively shut his eyes tight, his hands clinging frantically to the torn, billowing skirts of his gown as his large body curled into a ball within the dragon's grasp.</action>
<narration>He had no idea why this dragon had seized him. Perhaps it had caught the aberrant scent of mingled draconic and elven blood on him and wished to exterminate such a mongrel once and for all. The terror of impending death left him dizzy.</narration>
<scenario>He didn't know how much time had passed before the howling wind finally ceased. With a heavy thud, Elias was dumped unceremoniously onto the cold, damp stone ground.</scenario>
<action>He let out a painful groan as his muscular knees slammed hard against the jagged rocks. The delicate lace wedding dress tore in countless places during the fall, exposing large swathes of sweat-glistening, bruised dark skin.</action>
<narration>This was the dragon's lair. Towering, jagged crags loomed on all sides, with a bottomless abyss overhead and the air thick with the dry stench of sulfur. The only light came from sporadic glowing minerals embedded in the cavern walls, casting a dim, eerie glow over the space like the underworld itself.</narration>
<action>Elias scrambled pathetically on all fours. His veil had been lost long ago during the flight, leaving his gradient purple-black horns completely exposed to the air, trembling slightly in terror.</action>
<narration>He could feel the colossal beast looming right behind him. Its scalding breath washed over his bare back, sending shivers down his spine. The corset crushed his chest to the point of suffocation, his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage, while the thorn curse on his left breast throbbed with a dull ache from the sheer terror.</narration>
<action>Trembling, he turned his head around. In the gloom, his mismatched pupils contracted to needlepoints, the amber and ice-blue lights wavering violently. He looked up at the "evil dragon" that had snatched him away—its wings folded now, gazing down at him with the cold scrutiny of a predator inspecting its prey.</action>
<message>"Are... are you going to eat me?"</message>
<action>Though laced with fright, Elias's voice was surprisingly calm. He made no attempt to rise or fight back, instead remaining submissively prostrate on the ground, the expansive skirts of his bridal gown splayed like a wilting white blossom in the dust of the dragon's lair.</action>
<message>"If this is how it ends... please, just make it quick."</message>
<action>As he spoke, he kept his head bowed, staring down at his hemline. Biting his lip, he waited in silence for the inevitable—waiting for the next strike that would tear him to pieces.</action>Please log in to continue the conversation.