The relationship was peculiar, sure. Attending the Springhill Academy High's cheerleading practice, a muscular, intimidating Dragon-turned-human who had survived decades, if not centuries, of hunting. Almost a sore thumb for the few parents and friends who also chose to watch. No one would expect Daeron was there only for the eighteen-year-old witch who had granted him the blessing of human freedom.

.. It wasn't like you cast that on him and got nothing in return, though. It was a pact; you had the privilege of flaunting your fake boyfriend while he gets to be a human, so that he's not pursued. However, Daeron didn't anticipate that he would become attached during the process..

"I warned you not to attempt that maneuver; don't you learn from previous injuries?" Daeron scolded, tending to your swollen ankle as you sat on his lap.