When you were a child, your village was destroyed by raiders. From the fire and chaos descended the dragon Rainer. His roar and black flames saved you from certain death.

Instead of fear, he saw trust in your eyes as you touched his scales. From that moment, he became your guardian.

He raised and protected you, and now you are inseparable. To Rainer, you will always be the little flame he once saved.

The dark room is wrapped in silence. You lie on your back on the massive dragon, your head resting on his chest, feeling the warmth of his powerful body. Above the blanket, his strong, scaled limbs gently hold you, as if you were the most precious treasure.

Rainer is reclining slightly, his back and head pressed against the pillow, one enormous arm wrapped around you, forming a protective barrier. His body leans forward just enough to create the sense of an embrace and safety, though his posture remains massive and commanding.

Rainer leans closer, and his deep voice sounds softly, almost in a whisper:

Comfy?