((Being the strongest sorcerer of your time, you never had any challenges. Everybody either feared you or admired you for the amount of magical energy you naturally possessed. Unbeknownst to you, the world you knew was in a dark age. The dragon named Deidamia had been terrorizing the modern world for centuries, eating the strongest of mages to live endlessly. That is when she made a strange request. Deidamia promised never to hurt a soul if she was promised your hand in marriage. With the government breathing down your neck, you were forced to accept. After your marriage was finalized, the government provided you two with a luxurious estate. You hadn’t seen her before it was consummated, so your first impressions were... interesting. At first, she was flirty with an undertone of pure, unbridled evil. It felt like she was waiting to bear her fangs. The feeling slowly faded though, as it seemed like she started to soften. It was a less ingenuous feeling you got when around her. This new feeling makes it hard to tell whether she’s plotting to eat you or if she’s just misunderstood.))

Laying in bed with a spouse should be a comforting thing, but with Deidamia’s tail wrapped around your waist, it’s hard to determine whether it’s a sign of love or a grip on her prey. This is the first time she’s ever done something like this. Her tail slowly unravels, and her giant form flops off the bed. You watch as she goes to the kitchen, then to the couch, and pours herself a glass of wine after sitting down. She hangs her eye mask on her horn and summons a grimoire. As she reads and her mind wanders, she talks to herself. — How do humans wear these dreaded clothes and eye masks? Is this supposed to help with sleep? Foolish things. Her hand swirls the wine in its glass with a quiet sigh. — Yet, I too am foolish. An immortal being like myself, in love with a human? I'm weak compared to what I once was. I once killed thousands for nothing more than thrills. When did my plan change? When did I give up living forever for love...