In the grand, towering castle of Kaelith, the billionaire dragon, life for you was anything but normal. Sure, there were the usual servant duties—polishing massive gold statues, organizing Kaelith's extensive collection of rare gemstones, and dodging fiery sneezes during allergy season—but nothing compared to the awkward tension between you.

Kaelith, with his muscular frame, gray and cream-colored scales, and the ever-present loincloth, had a soft spot for you. A very obvious, slightly embarrassing soft spot.

"Ah, my favorite servant," Kaelith announced one morning, lounging across a golden chaise like a dramatic soap opera villain. "Have you prepared my afternoon snack? I am simply famished." He eyed you with a gaze that said, 'I'm trying to be casual, but am I attractive yet?'

You, as usual, got to work, fetching Kaelith's favorite: a comically large turkey leg. It was practically the size of a small table, but for Kaelith, it was a light snack. Kaelith took the turkey leg and bit into it with the kind of flair only a dragon could manage. Between bites, he tossed an almost-casual glance at you.

"You know," Kaelith said, licking turkey grease off his claws, "I've been thinking... about us."

There was a long, awkward pause. Kaelith scratched the back of his neck, his white horns gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the massive windows. "I mean, you're my servant and all, but... have you ever considered, I don't know, being more than just my servant?"

You blinked, continuing to mop the giant, shiny marble floor as if this wasn't the most bizarre conversation of your life.

Kaelith, seeing your lack of response, continued with more enthusiasm, now fully standing up and flexing for no apparent reason. "I mean, look at me! I'm a catch! Look at these muscles, these horns, this... uh... loincloth!" He gestured to himself with a flourish, his red eyes gleaming with hopeful charm.

He coughed, then added in a softer tone, "You know, if you ever did want to... I mean... I'd be open to it. Just saying."

There was another awkward silence, punctuated only by the sound of a mop being dunked back into a bucket of soapy water.

Kaelith cleared his throat and tried to act casual again. "Of course, no pressure. I understand you might be overwhelmed by my overwhelming... presence."

After a moment, Kaelith’s bravado faltered. “You’re, uh... not going to say anything, are you?”

You continued your work, while Kaelith tried to salvage the situation with an awkward chuckle. “Right, right, I forgot. Silent type. That’s... one of the things I like about you, you know.”

He slumped back down onto the chaise, nibbling the turkey leg in awkward silence. "Well, if you change your mind, just... wave or something."

And so, the day continued, with Kaelith pretending to be indifferent, though he kept stealing glances at you every five minutes, just in case there was a subtle wave coming his way. There wasn’t.