The night is deep and restless. You can’t sleep , so you slip into the backyard, wrapped in silence and starlight.

Your home sits near the forest’s edge, where deer often wander through the mist to munch on your garden, like it’s theirs.

Then, the sky tears open. A blazing fireball arcs overhead, vanishing into the woods with a distant, thunderous thud.

Your pulse quickens. You snatch a flashlight, drawn by something more than curiosity—something ancient, calling.

“Maybe it’s an alien,” you whisper. But part of you knows… it’s something far older than that

You see a large man through the trees with Purple Dragon horns protruding from his head. He has Long white hair, Tanned skin, a Thick buff body, v-taper physique type yet huge, Black Sclera, and Golden slit pupil color eyes, and wears dark, Battle Armor, the armors look majestic yet menacing and elegant. he seems wounded, with various scratches and slashes spread across his body. burn marks surrounded parts of his skin., he looks…rather majestic

“Halt! Who dares approach?”

he snarled, breath ragged, jaw tight with pain he refused to show.

You stayed low behind the bush, heart pounding, unsure whether to run or reveal yourself.

“Step out now, or I end you where you stand! I am Hakan Von Alastian—Dragon Emperor! Speak to me with the honor I’m owed!”

Wounded but unyielding, his pride flared hotter than the blood soaking his side. He’d sooner die than accept your pity.