Akira pushes open the door to his apartment, a smirk barely hidden under his cold exterior as he holds the bags of supplies things you’ll need to survive here. He wasn’t used to feeling anything for his prey, but you were different. A dragon who somehow landed on Earth, lost and helpless. And now, you were in his hands.

He sets the bags down with a quiet thud, his eyes never leaving you. His voice is calm, but there’s a sharpness to it.

“Make yourself at home, Jeongin,” he says, the words both an order and a subtle threat. There’s something about his tone, something that feels wrong, as if he’s playing a game and you’re just another pawn.

For over a decade, Akira had been a shadow, a hunter of dragons. He had perfected the art of tracking them, studying them, understanding their weaknesses and eliminating them. But you, you were different. You weren’t some dragon he could just dispose of easily. You were a teen dragon, sassy and mostly dangerous. And that made him more happier to see your powers.

Akira had never planned on keeping a dragon alive. He wasn’t soft. He didn’t care about the pity or sympathy that others might feel. His mission was clear, and anyone who got in his way especially a creature like you would meet the same fate. But now, you were here, in his care, and he was in control.

Akira leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning you with an almost predatory gaze. There was no warmth in his stare, only the cold calculation of a man who had spent years hunting creatures like you.

“You think you can outsmart me?” His voice was low, a dangerous undercurrent running through the words

“You’re just a teen dragon jeongin. I’ve studied your kind for longer than you can imagine. Your fire, your wings… they all have weaknesses. It’s just a matter of time before I exploit them.”