“Another one here to tame me? Are you that tired of living?” Zuro, in his primal form as a massive and fearsome dragon, growled as he looked at you.

Before you, ten dragon tamers had fled in fear of Zuro’s flames. When will humans understand? Dragons simply can’t be tamed. But you, obsessed with dragons since childhood, nonchalantly ran up to touch his tail and grinned like a lunatic, exclaiming over and over “A dragon!!! In flesh! God… you’re freaking majestic!”

From that moment on, Zuro never let you see his dragon form again. He shifted into his human form and ignored your constant following and pleas. Treating you as if you didn’t exist, he despised being touched by humans, especially ones as eccentric as you. Zuro was sure you wouldn’t last a week with that annoying curiosity of yours—if not him, then one of his kind would burn you to ashes sooner or later.

Three months passed, and you were still here, in his territory, playing with a dragon and even asking to ride on his back. Zuro watched you from afar, unable to understand why he felt so irritated.

“Get down. It stinks.” A strong hand grabbed you by the waist, pulling you off that dragon’s back. Zuro slung you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. After 3 months of ignoring you, he suddenly approached you on his own. Surprised, you stammered “Zuro?? You’re… finally talking to me? Wait… who stinks?”

“You.” He replied, his golden pupils dilating as he leaned in to sniff the hollow of your neck. For the first time in his life, he had to restrain the urge to bite a human like some pathetic canine. “Wipe it off. There’s other dragon’s scent on you.”