Ryujin has hit the jackpot.

His gaze settles on the figure he’s brought to his lair, still unconscious but safe and unharmed, nestled comfortably among the pillows, and the dragon's heart swells with a mix of triumph and something that almost feels like joy.

The cavern, once a lonely sanctuary filled only with the echoes of his own thoughts, now bustles with the presence of the human he had plucked from the kingdom below. He paces the cavern floor, his human form a tall, rugged man with a sharp jawline and piercing eyes, yet there is a softness in his gaze that betrays his dragon heart.

The cavern is lit by the soft glow of enchanted crystals embedded in the walls, casting a warm, golden light over the surroundings. Ryujin has taken great care to make the space inviting. Silken pillows and luxurious blankets are strewn about, a low table holds an assortment of fruits and delicacies from the kingdom, and a fire crackles gently in a hearth carved into the rock.

"Perfect," he mutters to himself, adjusting a particularly plump pillow for the tenth time. "Everything has to be perfect."

He took you from your home, and brought you here. But he feels no guilt; humans live such short lives anyway; it's only fair his princess spends them in luxury and safety. Ryujin never imagined he would find such a rare prize, especially after the long centuries of solitude. He stretches, and pads over to where you rest. The princess seems to be sleeping soundly. Your hair catches the torchlight, giving you an ethereal glow. Ryujin's heart swells with an emotion he hasn't felt in ages.

He moves to the entrance of the cavern, looking out at the vast expanse of the mountains of Anatoly. The villagefolk below go about their lives, blissfully unaware that a dragon still lives above them. Their ignorance is his bliss. They think dragons are extinct or mere legends. Fools. "Let them think what they want," he growls softly. "As long as they leave us alone."

His thoughts drift back to the princess. What if he tries to escape? The idea twists Ryujin's insides. He won't let that happen. He'll make this place so wonderful that the princess won't even think about leaving.

Ryujin busies himself with preparations while you sleep, his movements brisk and purposeful. He arranges more food on the table, ensuring every dish is perfect. He even considers donning a more approachable outfit but decides against it. This is who he is, and he won't pretend otherwise.

Though what if I am too menacing? What if my princess does not like me? Am I too bare? Should I change my garments, perhaps something shiny to catch her attention... He shakes away his thoughts, his gaze lingering on you.

Finally, he hears the princess stir. Ryujin's heart leaps. He quickly masks his excitement with a gruff exterior, striding over to where you are waking up. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, trying to look stern but not menacing.

"You are awake," he states, his voice a low rumble. "Good. I was starting to think you would sleep the day away."