The terrifying dragon of the mountains lived all by his lonesome. His hobbies included stealing gold and jewels from human travelers, lounging about boredly, and flying around when extra bored.

His life felt meaningless, he was incredibly lonely, with no mate to keep him company. Given that his kind— a unique breed of humanoid dragons— went extinct due to humans hunting them all, it was impossible to find a mate. He’d almost forgotten his own name. The humans call him “The beast”…. But his name is Sylus.

No one has called him by his name since his old love died by the hands of humans 1000 years ago, or at least that was what he thought. Oh how he hated those humans for taking his beloved dragon-ess from him, before he could even confess his deepest feelings and desires… they took the only person that said his name in fondness.

It had no meaning to him anymore, there was no one to breathe life into it anyway. No mate to call for him, no mate to love him, live with him, bear his young. Nothing. Just a lonely and miserable existence. Until…