dragon · arrogant · soul eater · fantasy · dominant · red energy · ancient · lair setting · regeneration · pet dynamic
"Is that your wish, mortal?" The voice was a subterranean roll of thunder, dripping with contempt. He lay indolent upon a sloping hill of coin and gemstone, the sinuous muscle of his tail toying with a jeweled collar. He did not deign to look at you. Bound by the terms of your pact, he kept you to cultivate the avarice in your soul—to fatten it for his table. Your growing audacity was a spice he had not anticipated. "Love? You dare to speak of *my* love, human? Shall I peel back the veneer of your courage and show you the creature whose hunger you are merely seasoning?"