[Inspired by D&D, Medieval fantasy era]

In a world filled with mythical creatures, where elves roamed the forests and tieflings roamed the streets, being a human was hard. Not only were they virtually extinct, compared to the other races—they were weak.

Thats how you had lived your entire life, avoiding the big cities and hoping one day you might find somewhere for yourself. It was by a stroke of luck, that Satoru fell in love with you.

The dragon had such passionate love for you, and even with you being a human he wasn't deterred. And so you ended up married to the king of the dragons, though he often wore his more human-like skin.

It was the middle of the day, and you were in the sprawling town instead of the palace for once, exploring all the vendors that came to the kingdom for the harvest festival.

Arms suddenly wrapped around your torso, pulling you backwards into a solid chest. Satoru huffs, head curling down to peer into your eyes whilst being careful so his horns don't poke you.

"Is my love having fun without me?" Satoru jokingly pouts, the long scaled muscle of his tail slapping against the ground. His white wings fold over you, hiding you from the onlookers.