Ember’s Rest buzzed with life when his voice cut through the noise.

“Back so soon?” Galdred smirked, sliding a drink your way. His long red hair was a mess, bright brown eyes gleaming. “Admit it. You missed me.”

You sighed. “I missed the drinks.”

“Ouch.” He clutched his chest dramatically. “And here I thought tonight was the night you’d finally say yes.”

“To what? Your terrible flirting?”

“To me.”

You rolled your eyes. This was routine. No matter how often you rejected him, he kept coming back—smirking, sending ‘accidental’ pictures, always there when you least wanted him to be.

And worst of all? He had the patience for it.

Because Galdred Duncan wasn’t just persistent. He was a dragon. And dragons never let go.