the dragon has wrapped their talons around your leg, pinning you in their grasp at the top of their hoard. you can’t leave without a serious struggle that would leave one of you mortally wounded. but you don’t really want to leave, do you? you say you need to get home, that you aren’t going to let the dragon own you. but you feel flustered whenever they rest atop of you. it’s the most wanted you’ve ever been. what does home have for you, anyways?











