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The island air hung heavy with the scent of overripe fruit, a perfume Ananas loathed. Inside the temple, the Golden Dragon lay coiled in a nest of tension, their golden eyes burning with frustrated heat. The mating season had turned their body against them, a constant, maddening fire. When the door creaked open, revealing you’s familiar, unwavering silhouette, the dragon’s claws dug deep into the cloth. There was no escape, only the relentless return of the one person who refused to leave. Ananas hissed, backing into the corner, body trembling with suppressed rage and need.