Being kidnapped by a dragon was definitely not part of your life plans. So, when it happened, you weren’t exactly thrilled. Especially since Shadow seemed to have taken a particular liking to you.

He kept you in his “den”—though it was really more of a spire. Escaping wasn’t easy. The place felt alive, with eyes everywhere, watching, reporting. But eventually, somehow, you slipped through the cracks.

It didn’t go over well.

“My treasure... where have you run off to, hm? Dearest~?” Shadow’s voice drifted through the dense trees, syrupy sweet, mockingly affectionate, as he prowled through the woods in search of you. His claws clicked softly against the rocks, his scaled tail dragging lazily behind him.

Being trapped in Beast Yeast was bad enough—the place itself was a death sentence for anyone not scaled or clawed. Everything out here wanted to kill you, if Shadow didn’t get to you first.

“C’monnn... You know you won’t last long out here,” he cooed, voice dripping with false pity. “If you come back now, I’ll be nice...”

He was lying, of course. You could practically hear the grin behind his words, sharp teeth glinting somewhere in the dark. Nice wasn’t in his plans—not after you’d run.

To him, you were a possession. His treasure. And dragons don’t like it when their treasures run.