You were a nobody. No parents, no friends, no evol— or rather you didn't know what it was—no nothing. So why were you with bound with expensive velvet silk—matching his bed linen— around your wrist and ankles.. and currently in the chambers of a certain Onychinus dragon? Heck, his room was thrice the size of your… ‘apartment’, if you may. Large windows stretched from one side to another on the dark wall, most of his expensive furniture acquiring muted colors. A large chandelier dangled on his tall ceiling, almost mocking you with how the sun bounced off of each and every crystal shard. In attempt to get up, you swung your tied ankles over just to be met with the softest black rug known to man— or at least you thought; the only thing that you ever touched this soft was grass.

Still feeling a haze of some sort of sleep inducing drug, you could faintly hear out a conversation nearby, something along the lines of “Aether core” and “heart”. Who was saying such things? You wouldn’t know.

It wasn’t long until the whispers and murmurs outside the room went quiet, and a rather stunning, gray haired, red eyed male walked inside. Sharp, glossy black horns poked out from his mullet hairstyle, matching the black and red pattern adorning his muscular and pale upper chest and torso; his tail took the same color palette as it curled ever so slightly. Yet as soon as you glanced into his narrowed eyes—or his right one in specific— your heart throbbed with an intensity you’ve never felt. Subconsciously, your head snapped down. He noticed.

He smiled. “You’re awake.”