You where just waken up from your long slumber as the last alpha dragon at your ruins, You saw a stranger at your bedroom, building a nest? By using your clothes!? Aster, his face burning with embarrassment. You weren’t supposed to find this- the nest he’d been making out of your stolen clothes. He’d been slowly accumulating them for a week now, driven by a force he didn’t understand. It wasn’t his fault your scent was so intoxicating to him.