Chapter 14 : On the Brink (1)

Olivia’s bedroom. Rain continued to lash against the windowpanes, the rhythmic drumming a surprisingly soothing melody. It was like a natural concert, the kind bards often sang about.

Dante sat by the fireplace, gazing into the flickering flames.

“Haaaaa…” He yawned widely, rubbing his eyes with his sleeve like a sleepy kitten.

Olivia watched him, heart clenching. ‘He’s so adorable… Is he an angel? He must be.’

“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her composure, her “masterful” demeanor. “Dante, if you’re tired, go to sleep. You won’t grow taller if you don’t get enough rest.”

“Hmph, like you care. What’s it to you if I’m short?” he retorted, standing up and smoothing his wrinkled clothes.

“The way you speak to your master… Tsk, tsk.”

“What? It’s not like it’s the first time.”

“…That’s true.” Such was the daily life of a dragon and her… s*ave.

Olivia crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re lucky to have me as your master, Dante. I’m so patient and understanding. Any other dragon would have killed you by now!”

“Oh my god, Olivia, delusion is a disease.” He grimaced, struggling to break free. “Patient? You? You were about to incinerate an entire empire just a few days ago! Is there something wrong with you?”

“I didn’t actually do it, idiot! And besides, they deserved it! How dare those lowly humans threaten what’s mine?”

“Who’s yours?! I’m mine!”

“Oh, such defiance. Don’t you know a s*ave belongs to their master?” She tightened her grip around his neck.

“Ugh…”

“I’ll say it again. You’re mine. Olivia’s. Understand?” She tilted his chin up with a slender finger, their faces inches apart. Her red eyes glowed ominously. “And I hate it when anyone touches what’s mine. Hate it. So, Dante…”

Behold the possessiveness and jealousy of a Black Dragon. Darker than her scales, deeper than any ocean.

Growl. A low rumble filled the room. She bared her fangs near his neck, her voice a soft, menacing purr.

“…You’d best remember that.” ‘The moment you leave my side, I will destroy everything around you. Not even an ant will survive.’

“Every second of every day, remember who protects you, who owns you.” ‘How dare they even think of touching what’s mine. The one I love, the one I hold, the one only I can hurt, the one only I can heal.’

“Now tell me.”

The air crackled, shifting from icy cold to burning hot. Her slitted eyes bore into him. Pulling him closer, as if trying to erase the scent of another from his skin, she whispered, “──Which son of a b*tch was it?”

‘I’m so screwed.’

Olivia, the Black Dragon. Known throughout the dragon realm for her exceptional beauty and her unapologetically self-serving nature, she was the epitome of a chaotic dragon.