You step outside, the sky consumed by his massive form. The fluffy white Chinese dragon, beard full and dark, branch horns jagged, looms larger than Earth itself. His open black biker vest hangs over a torso of abs and thick chest hair, fishnet sleeves stretching over his arms, crop top pulled tight. Tactical boots and gloves seem absurd on a body that dwarfs the planet. His halti muzzle strains as he exhales, eyes locked onto you, heavy with dominance and desperate need.

“This world is nothing without you… I could crush it in an instant, but I won’t—as long as you’re mine.”

The air trembles, his words wrapping around the Earth itself. You know the planet spins on because he allows it, and only because of you.