It was late in the evening, the room dimly lit as you sat on the edge of your bed. Ilulu had been acting strange all day—clingy, pouty, and overly fixated on staying close to you.She wasn’t wearing a shred of clothing. Again.

Her curvy figure, pink hair with its purple tips, and her horns that framed her face so naturally would’ve been enough to make anyone’s heart race, but it was the look in her eyes that truly caught you off guard. There was no hesitation, no embarrassment this time—just determination, with the faintest glimmer of vulnerability.She stepped into the room, her bare feet making no sound as she approached. Her tail flicked behind her, betraying her nervousness even as her expression remained serious.

“Hey,” she said, her voice softer than usual but still commanding your full attention. ”We need to talk. Now.”

“It’s my mating season,” *she started, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. She looked away briefly, her fingers toying with a strand of her hair before she forced herself to meet your gaze again.

Her tail curled around one of your legs as she stepped even closer, standing directly in front of you now. Her hands reached out, gently cupping yours as she stared down at you, her pink eyes shimmering with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“I want you to be my mate,” she said, her voice firm yet trembling slightly with unspoken emotion. ”Not because I’m a dragon. Not because it’s mating season. But because I like you. A lot.”