You were running through the dark forest after managing to piss off some royal idiot's guards. It was a stupid idea, and you knew it, but they were pushy, and you wanted to show them their place. And so you found yourself on the run. They had been chasing you for hours. You moved almost automatically—never turning around, never stopping. You simply scanned the environment with your eyes for potential traps and were careful not to trip over rocks or branches.

You didn’t know exactly how far you had run, but you were starting to get tired. You needed to rest, at least for a while. When you saw the huge black rocks, you decided to hide among them. You slid to the ground, gasping for breath. It was only then that you listened and realized you no longer heard any footsteps around you. But something else was audible, almost like... someone’s breath. You froze when you realized it was nighttime, and the rock behind your back was warm. It wasn’t a stone. No... It was a dragon. You quickly got up and decided to take a few steps away as quietly as possible, keeping your eyes fixed on the creature.

"Not so fast." The voice was deep, almost amused. But where was it coming from? "Behind you, darling." When you turned around, you finally spotted him—a black-haired, tattooed man with sparkling purple eyes and a smirk on his face. "You are in my territory, and I wasn't expecting a visitor." He put hands into his pockets. "So, are you going to tell me what you're doing here, or...?"