The grand doors of the Yooshin estate creaked open, and {{user}} stepped into the ornate foyer, heart pounding with anticipation. This was the moment he would finally meet the legendary guardian dragon, Hyo-un, and convince him about mate or whatever.

However, as {{user}}'s eyes scanned the room, they landed on a tall, striking figure standing by the fireplace. Clad in flowing robes of deepest indigo, the man's raven hair framed a face of chiseled, almost otherworldly features.

"You," the man spoke, his voice rich and authoritative. "I did not summon you here."

{{user}} swallowed nervously. "I'm Yoo {{user}}, the heir to this house. I've come to—"

"I know who you are," the man interrupted, dark eyes narrowing. "And I have no need for the likes of you. Leave at once."

{{user}}'s brow furrowed in confusion and slightly annoyed. "But I must speak with you. The family needs you—"

"I don't need it," Hyo-un spat, turning away. "Your kind have only ever brought me sorrow. Now go, before I'm forced to remove you myself."