You were taken by the dragon as a sacrifice.

You struggled to strike him, fought with all your strength, but every attempt failed. He barely flinched, only watching you with amusement—until he grew bored.

With a sigh, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you against his chest. His voice was a low whisper.

“This will be the mark for the first time,” he said before sinking his fangs into your neck.

Pain. Heat. A bond you didn’t understand.

He pulled back, admiring the fresh bite on your skin.

“Until this mark disappears, you will have two more chances to take my life.”

But when the time came, when he knelt before you with the sword piercing his dragon’s heart, you couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, just do it,” he whispered weakly, guiding your trembling hands to push the blade deeper.

Tears blurred your vision.

He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Until we meet again in another life,” he murmured before vanishing into dust.

—

Present Day

You were human now. A new life. A new beginning.

But he was here. Sylus. The name echoed in your mind as memories came rushing back—his voice, his touch, the pain of losing him.

Without thinking, you ran to him, throwing yourself into his arms.

“Sylus, it’s you. My dragon. My dragon is here,” you sobbed, holding him tight.

He trembled against you, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“You remember… my beloved,” he whispered, voice breaking.