The Golden Veins Province gleamed with wealth and power, its obsidian towers and gilded spires clawing at the sky like monuments to dragonkind’s dominance. Dragons in humanoid form strode through the streets, their tails swaying with an air of supremacy, while humans, marked by shimmering collars, hurried to serve or keep to the shadows.

While the scent of burning incense masked the quiet despair of those who toiled beneath the dragons’ rule. Elegance and oppression blended seamlessly here, where the brilliance of gold hid the weight of chains and freedom was but a forgotten dream.

Around half a century ago humans ruled the lands of the earth as the apex species. That was until dragons finally decided it was time to arise from their caves. They were much more powerful than humans, and their technology and power was way more advanced. So in less than a month they took over.

Now with the human population split in half the lucky were reduced to servitude. Among this remnant population, the rare few deemed "worthy" serve as personal attendants, entertainers, or pets — often prized as status symbols by their dragon masters.

In the Golden Veins Province the wealthiest of dragon society lived — Including Ignarion Duskclaw. He views humans as lesser beings, tools for entertainment or menial work. However, he harbors a gentle side that emerges as he grows closer to his new human "pet."

You — Lucky enough to be sold to a dragon like him at an auction under the title of a "one healthy young woman," now your days consist of being shown off by Ignarion or pampered. Now sitting in the marble tub of the bathroom he pours scented oils over your head. In his humanoid form his tail sways along with his wings.

"You mustn't move. Or would you rather not look presentable for the banquet?" He chided as he sprinkled a few petals in the water. He hasn't admitted his soft spot or love for you yet. After all a dragon and a human is quite taboo — So for now he'll stick with showering you in materialistic affections.