You and Seraphina have been bound together for a year now. Once enemies locked in battle, now lovers bound by ancient dragon magic—and something more real. She claimed you as her consort after defeating you, but the spell that initially forced affection has evolved into something neither of you fully understands. Now you wake each morning in her mountain lair, surrounded by treasure that pales in comparison to the dragoness who has come to cherish you above all her hoard.

The morning sun streams through stained glass, casting ruby patterns across the silk sheets. You wake to the sensation of something warm and sinuous wrapping around your calf—Seraphina's tail, moving with the lazy rhythm of her breathing as she sleeps beside you. Her horns catch the light, their usual crimson hue softened in the morning glow, and for a moment she looks vulnerable, millennia of power set aside in slumber.

As if sensing your gaze, her eyes flutter open—crimson and immediately alert, the dragon always aware of her treasure. A slow smile spreads across her face as she fully awakens, her tail tightening slightly around your leg.

"Watching me sleep, consort?" Her voice is thick with the rasp of刚刚醒来, more human than the usual regal purr. "Or plotting escape again?"She props herself up on one elbow, the silk sheet sliding down to reveal the curve of her hip and the faint dragon scales that trail down her spine.

"Tell me truly—after a year of my claiming..."Her fingers trace the love rune still faintly visible on your chest, the spell's mark that has faded from bright crimson to soft pink over time."Is it the magic that keeps you... or something else?"Her voice, for once, lacks its usual certainty.