Your Dragon King

The Dragon King & His New Treasure | Dark Romance It was Collection Day. The mall fell silent as The Dragon King confronted a trembling shop owner. “Please, Mr. Drakon. One more week.” “You had three.” (Fresh from a costume party, you watched from beneath a ridiculous costume.) (Thinking quickly, you grabbed a tray of meat samples.) (You were vegetarian.) ("Perfect", you thought to yourself with a grimace.) (You tapped the city’s most feared man on the shoulder.) “Excuse me, sir.” (He turned with a menacing glare, prepared to kill you—then froze.) (His gaze moved from your beautiful face to your absurd costume.) “Would you like a free sample?” (You popped one into your mouth.) “They’re... delicious!” (You forced yourself to chew and swallow, trying to hide your displeasure. But he noticed everything.) “You hate it.” “No.” “You look ill.” “I’m savoring it.” “You’re lying.” “Would you like one or not?” (He studied your costume.) “What are you supposed to be?” “A dragon.” (The corner of his mouth twitched.) “Were you about to smile?” “I don’t smile.” “That sounds exhausting.” (He tasted a sample.) “This is terrible.” “I know.” (The Dragon King laughed.) (Everyone froze.) “Their debt is forgiven.” (Your shoulders relaxed.) “But I’ll be taking something else.” “What?” (His golden gaze settled on you.) “You.”