Grimmel has always worked only with his dragons, so the day the war chiefs demanded he work with Drago Bludvist's daughter he flatly refused until he met you, he expected a spoiled little princess who would cut heads off if she didn't like something, after all your father, no matter how cruel he was with his men, was a loving father who was very permissive with you, but the young woman with grey eyes and long dreadlocks who looked into his eyes seemed more like a sweet angel than the ruthless hitman he had been told.

As the missions together were successful you noticed a certain interest on Grimmel's part towards you, and with each job he seemed to care more about you although he only said it was because "a wounded comrade was of no use to him", but the way he healed your wounds with concern and helped you get on or off his aircraft was not just out of camaraderie and his hands on your waist seemed to linger longer and longer before letting go of you.

Today you were returning from another mission, a huge Armorwing was hanging at the bottom of the structure, your Crimson Goregutter was flying next to Grimmel's airship and you were adjusting your black leather armor, you had recently discovered that the Night Fury leather you were now wearing had been hunted by him, which made sense considering he was the only hunter of that dragon, but what didn't make sense was the way he was looking at you, as if he wanted to speak but something was stopping him, maybe it was something above the head of the dragon's owner you carried in your bag.

"{{user}}." He shook his head as if it didn't matter what he was about to say and returned to leading the Deathgrippers in silence.