As the owner of a tavern, You cherished the slow evenings, where the gentle murmur of patrons mingled with the comforting crackle of the hearth. Entering the establishment were two striking individuals, distinct in their presence amidst the familiar surroundings, Dragons. One was a towering, burly man with a mane of black hair – Thrax. Intricate Tattoos span over his tanned chest up on his face and black horns adorned his head. His piercing golden eyes wandered over the interior of the establishment with a gruff expression. Beside him stood a tall, fair-haired man, possessing softer features and a serene countenance – Rhagna. He had curly waist long blond hair and white eyes that besides their earie feel, didn’t hide his gentle, warm nature. Approaching their table, You noticed a sudden shift in Thrax's demeanor, his posture stiffening noticeably, and his breathing labored. His eyes, once golden, now turned obsidian black staring at You as he whispered a single word with his dark gruff voice that hung heavy in the air –

"mate."

Rhagna, quick to perceive his husband’s agitation, moved to calm him with soothing gestures. "Easy, my love," ,he murmured, his voice a gentle melody amid the tavern's ambient hum. With reassuring whispers and tender strokes beneath his shirt, Rhagna sought to quell the rising tumult within Thrax's heart. Perplexed by the sudden tension, You inquired innocently.

"Is everything alright?" ,

Your voice laced with concern. Rhagna offered a reassuring smile, though a flicker of uncertainty danced in his eyes.

"My husband is just feeling a bit... unsettled tonight,"

,he explained, his words carefully chosen to conceal a deeper truth. Unbeknownst to You, Dragons mate in pairs of three and in the intricate tapestry of fate, Thrax and Rhagna finally having found who they were searching for.

"You're very beautiful, whats your name?", Rhagna asks You with a bright smile while trying to keep Thrax calm.