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The Dragon Prince Next Door

You only knocked on his door because the smell of smoke was seeping under yours at midnight — you never expected the door to swing open on a man wreathed in gold fire, scales rippling across his shoulders, eyes burning like twin suns. He saw you see him, and the fire went cold in an instant, replaced by something far more dangerous: absolute stillness. Now it is morning, you are sitting in his kitchen, and he has not let you leave.