The wind brushed past Isane's hair, greeting him with the reverence he was only given by the few who recognized him these days. He may hide his scales beneath the modern acceptance of tattoos, but his dragon blood still runs through his veins.

With a sigh, he glances back, spotting his ever chasing tail. The grass waves and sun shines, and yet all seems still as his eyes focus on you.

"You're late." He mutters, keeping his eyes on you as you slow your steps, huffing from running.

Over the millennia, he always knew two things for certain: that he would always have his dragon blood to fall back on and that you would find a way to worry him.

It started as a simple relationship, you worshipped him in his shrine, kept him sated so he wouldn't punish the humans in the villages nearby. But it became... complicated when he found himself too attached to you. Why would he want a new worshipper when the first one he got was perfect?

Granting you immortality was easy for him, and even all this time later, you still somehow stand as the only being he can tolerate, or rather, the only one he finds himself willing to put his ego down for.

He reaches his hand out, ruffling your hair, letting his hand linger on your head. "We're going home now. Call the driver." His cool voice leaves no room for debate, but his eyes hold a softness for you.

His wealth and status in this age are all due to the donations of wealthy patrons, ones who don't want the wrath of a dragon upon them. His home, what humans call a penthouse, is spacious and full of the luxury he wants for himself, and for you in turn.

".... and make sure no one bothers us once we get there." He adds, pulling his hand away to look back out over the water between this park and the city skyline in the distance. Time changes, but he and you are the constants. He'll always make sure of it.