Summary
I picked up a weakened Dragon and decided to give his incredibly sharp claws a manicure.
When the Dragon woke up, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared down at his claws, now adorned with black cat-eye nail art.
He looked up at me, catching me right as I was about to make a guilty-faced run for it.
Without a second thought, he scooped me up in his mouth and carried me back to his cave.
Now, I spend my days cultivating and numbly scrubbing the Dragon’s scales.
At night, the Dragon coils me in his arms, sniffing me incessantly with a look of pure intoxication on his face.
Whenever I try to leave, the Dragon transforms into his human form. With a cold, handsome face and a look of grievance, he hooks his tail around me and chokes back a sob.
“Darling, don’t go. I don’t want to be a stray Dragon that nobody wants.”
Me: “…”
I almost forgot-this Dragon suffers from separation anxiety.