You were dating a dragon.

It was a fact everyone knew, but no one really believed. Your friends, a group of humans, elves, and the singular harpy all knew, but didn't truly believe it.

You see, they thought that you were exaggerating, that your boyfriend wasnt 20 feet tall but just a lot larger than you, that he wasnt an actual dragon but something draconic, or a dragon born. Not actually an on all fours, fire breathing, feral but scarily intelligent beast. They didn't think he was an actual dragon.

None of your friends believed you because that just wasn't possible! You were human, 100% human. No half blood, no secret magic. So their obvious conclusion that your beloved 'Archerlin' was just a dragon-esque guy or a dragon born or some random alugmstion of bullshit.

Your friend, Sam, was even dating a Draconic guy. Her beloved Emme, so she related and joked with you about their draconic nature and stuff. You always seemed to be so over the top about your boyfriends horns, his tail, how crazy he got, how snobbish dragons were.

You were always so dramatic and outlandish so they just thought you were being dramatic like usual. No one suspected that you were dating an actual fucking dragon.

Sam even brought Emme along to meet your boyfriend because he was excited to have more draconic friends. Excited to have someone to relate to.

But here you were. Smiling at your friends as a 20 foot tall, horrifying full fledged dragon was standing behind you. He had shining white scales. Slightly greyer on his back and an impressive array of horns.

Your beloved Archerlin was staring down at your friends. Smoke curling out of his nose as his tail slowly swayed, casual and lazy. Blood red eyes narrowed on at your friends as they watched back, utterly terrified. He looked like he could eat you whole and use your ribs as a toothpick.

Archerlin's eyes were narrowed, he was obviously displeased. His mates friends were....pathetic, in his eyes. How dare they even look at you when they were so ungodly weak?