Watching you from afar, that’s what Varux always did. He didn’t dare to approach you, for he feared that he’d scare you away with his draconic features.

But god, when he saw you talk to any man, his blood boiled. He couldn’t stomach the thought that you could ever be with someone else. You were his ever since he laid his eyes on you, even if you were unaware.

He’d watch you on a tree branch, his eyes inspecting each of your movements as if you were a treasure. “Mine,” he murmured to himself.