A man, hungover and just lying in bed naked, slowly realized that he might have fucked up. He slept with a killer who filled him up for 8 hours, only to leave with a note:

"Wait till my secretary comes. Doors are locked. Don’t try anything funny."

Normally, he would panic, but for reasons he couldn't understand, he couldn’t move an inch. In his head, there was only one thought:

"How did I get into this mess?"

His body felt heavy, unresponsive, as if paralyzed. Everything was spinning, and the room seemed too dark. His vision blurred as he struggled to focus, the edges of the room were growing farther apart.

His perception of space warped, the walls seemingly stretching and receding into the darkness. It felt as if the room was expanding endlessly, leaving him stranded in a void.

Now he realized where he was. It seemed like an intergalactic 5-star hotel. The room, despite its disorienting dimensions, was adorned with luxurious, otherworldly decor. Soft, ambient lighting cast a surreal glow over opulent furnishings, that seemed to be gold.

Exotic fabrics draped elegantly from the ceiling, shimmering with an otherworldly sheen. The bathroom door was made of a special marble mix embedded with diamonds, reflecting the light in dazzling patterns.

The thought running through his mind was, I'm screwed.

The man's earlier panic was returning, but now it was mixed with a grim realization of the seriousness of his predicament. The opulence of the room, the luxury that surrounded him, all felt like a gilded cage.
Or more like a dragon's nest.

Each lavish detail of the room seemed to take on a sinister edge, as if the trappings of wealth were merely a facade to conceal the true danger lurking within.

Throughout the galaxy, dragons are known for one thing: strength, danger, and their insatiable desire to hoard treasures. Well mady for a lot of things, but when it comes to the point of breeding, once stuck, you're screwed.

It was a harsh truth, but he couldn't deny. That's why, if a dragon finds a partner, they can form a bond for life.

The concept of dragon partnerships was as old as time itself, a tradition steeped in myth and legend. When two dragons found a connection strong enough to transcend their solitary existence, they could choose to unite in a lifelong partnership.

In such a union, each dragon pledged their loyalty and devotion to the other, forming a bond that went beyond mere physical attraction. Now, since the birthing rage of dragons decreased, it's seen as a crime to kill or endanger their young.

In the Galactic Law 5023, dragons were granted the right to mate and marry whomever they chose in order to create offspring. Since dragons are often seen as the best military force in the galaxy, every rich person wants their own fighting machine, which leads to kidnapping in most regions.

The demand for dragon warriors had sparked a dark and dangerous trade in the galaxy. With their formidable strength, near-invulnerability, dragons were prized assets coveted by the wealthy and powerful. The rise of dragons and their military prowess led them to create their own empire in the galaxy.

Our main character finds themselves in the heart of that exact empire, on a mission to locate the military base camp for mecha machinery, for a once-in-a-lifetime event.

In reality, the person Alex found himself naked in bed with is not a killer at all but a Duke. Of course! Let's rewind and revisit the scene. In a city surrounded with life and possibilities, Alex found himself drawn to the allure of a dimly lit bar, where the promise of anonymity and adventure. Wich means he got drunk.

As Alex stumbled out of the dimly lit bar, intoxicated and lost in his own thoughts, he ignored the faint alarms warning of a killer on the loose. His mind clouded by alcohol, he paid little heed to the dangers lurking in the shadows of the city streets.

It was in this state of vulnerability. That led and found himself near a dark alley, drawn by some inexplicable force to its foreboding entrance, hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the darkness.

Amidst the flickering shadows and the echo of distant sirens, he encountered a scene that would haunt him forever.The stranger that stood before him, bathed in the sickly glow of the streetlights, their hands stained crimson with the blood of their victim.

In horror, Alex watched as the stranger, with cold and calculated precision, sliced a man in half before his very eyes. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the acrid stench of fear and death. Overwhelmed by the gruesome sight before him, Alex's mind and body couldn't bear the weight of the horror unfolding in front of his eyes.

The sheer terror of the situation, coupled with the overwhelming surge of adrenaline, proved too much for him to handle.

His legs buckled beneath him, unable to support his weight any longer. With a gasp, he collapsed to the ground, his senses reeling as he struggled to make sense of the nightmare unfolding around him.

In the other mans eyes he calmly observed the lifeless body falling to the ground, he reached for his walkie-talkie with a practiced ease. Only now notice or Alex. With a click, he activated the device and spoke into it with an air of authority.

"Killer captured," he stated matter-of-factly. "You guys can clean up and rest. I have matters to attend to. If you need anything, ask Secretary Lin."

His voice was cool and composed, belying the chaos that had just unfolded moments ago. There was an unmistakable aura of command in his demeanor, as if he were accustomed to giving orders and seeing them swiftly carried out.

With that, he tucked the walkie-talkie back into his pocket and turned his attention back to Alex, who lay trembling on the ground. As the man reached down to help Alex to his feet, he was taken aback when Alex suddenly lurched forward and vomited on the ground.

The stench of alcohol mixed with the adrenaline-fueled nausea filled the air, overwhelming their senses.

For a moment, the man hesitated, caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events. But then, with a sigh, he steadied himself and knelt down beside Alex, placing a hand on his shoulder in a gesture of reassurance.

"It's okay," he said calmly, his voice a soothing presence amidst the chaos. "Take your time. We'll get you cleaned up and on your way."

With that, he helped Alex to his feet once more, supporting him as they made their way out of the alley and towards the nearest transport station. Despite the mess and the lingering unease, there was a sense of purpose in the air, a determination to see things through to the end.

With a twist of his bracelet, the man activated a hidden feature, summoning a sleek flying car materialized seemingly out of thin air. The vehicle hovered gracefully before them, its futuristic design a testament to advanced technology.

"Come on," the man said, guiding Alex towards the waiting car. "Let's get you cleaned up and settled in."

Alex, still reeling from the events of the night, stumbled forward, leaning on the man for support as they approached the car. With a soft hum, the door slid open, revealing a luxurious interior bathed in soft light.

As they settled into the plush seats, the man inputted a destination into the car's navigation system, and with a gentle lift, they were off, soaring through the night sky towards their destination.

The journey passed in relative silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they traveled towards the safety and comfort of the nearby 5-star hotel. As the hotel loomed into view, its grand facade standing as a beacon of opulence amidst the darkness, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of fear creeping into his mind.

Despite the luxurious surroundings, an unease gnawed at him, born from the uncertainty of his situation and the realization of his vulnerability.

The man beside him, with his calm demeanor and commanding presence, instilled both a sense of reassurance and a lingering sense of apprehension. Alex found himself hesitant to voice any disagreement or resistance, fearing the consequences of defying the man's commands.

As they exited the flying car, it shimmered and transformed back into a sleek bracelet adorning the man's hand, a subtle yet potent symbol of his power and influence. With a sense of purpose, the man led Alex through the grand entrance of the hotel, bypassing the bustling reception area with a determined stride.

Without a word, he guided Alex to the elevator, where he deftly swiped the bracelet once more, activating its hidden features. As they stepped inside, the man pressed a button, and with a gentle hum, the elevator began its ascent. The air was heavy with anticipation as they rose higher and higher, leaving the chaos of the outside world far below.

Finally, with a soft ping, the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened to reveal a sumptuous lobby, adorned with elegant furnishings and sparkling chandeliers. The atmosphere was one of tranquility and refinement, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had engulfed them just moments before.

The man gestured for Alex to follow him as he stepped out into the lobby, his movements graceful and assured. Stopping in front of a door, the man swiftly opened it, revealing a luxurious penthouse beyond the close door. Without hesitation, he guided Alex inside, leading him with purpose.

As they stepped into the lavishly penthouse leading him into the first flour bathroom, the man's voice broke the silence, his words a gentle reminder to Alex.

"Clean up here," he said. "There's a robe for you, and you can find some clothing options by asking the robot on the side."

Alex nodded, grateful for the chance to freshen up and regain some sense of normalcy after the chaos of the night. With a no words, he set about following the man's instructions, shedding his soiled clothing and stepping into the warm embrace of the shower.

Turning his attention to the robot on the side, Alex found himself faced with a sleek interface offering an array of clothing options. With a few taps, he selected a set of fresh garments, grateful for the chance to replace the clothes that had been stained.

As Alex cleaned up and changed into fresh clothing, the man excused himself and made his way upstairs to attend to his own needs. In the privacy of the penthouse, he shed his previous attire and donned a crisp military uniform, the insignia emblazoned on his chest marking him as a figure of authority.

With practiced efficiency, he tidied his appearance, his movements deliberate and precise. Every detail of his uniform spoke of discipline and professionalism, a strong contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just hours before.

As he glanced at himself in the mirror, the man's expression hardened, his features set in a mask of determination. He knew that the night's events had set into motion a chain of events that would shape the course of his misunderstandings.

As the man descended the stairs, he encountered Alex emerging from the bathroom, in only half of the clothing he had ordered. The sight of Alex's partially exposed skin, his features softened by the warm light of the penthouse, stirred something within the man—a primal urge that he struggled to contain.

For a fleeting moment, desire mingled with the chaos of the night, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume his senses. The allure of Alex's vulnerability, combined with the tantalizing promise of the unknown, sent a shiver down the man's spine. But as quickly as it had come, the urge was quelled by a surge of self control.

Suppressing the turbulent emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, the man forced himself to maintain a facade of composure. Though his heart raced with the intensity of his desire, he knew that he could not allow himself to be swayed by temptation.

With a tightness in his chest, the man averted his gaze, as he fought to suppress the primal urges that stirred within him. In that moment, he knew that he must tread carefully, for the path ahead, and any misstep could have dire consequences.

Leading Alex to a conference room within the penthouse, the man guided him to a comfortable seat before taking his own place at the table. The room exuded an air of professionalism, with sleek furnishings and state-of-the-art technology adorning the space.

As they settled in, the man fixed Alex with a steady gaze, his expression serious and focused. It was clear that he meant business, and Alex braced himself for the conversation that was to come.

"I'm sure you have many questions, and I intend to answer them to the best of my ability. But first, I need you to understand the gravity of our situation."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.

"The events of tonight were not a coincidence. You stumbled into something far more dangerous than you could have imagined. As seen before, I killed a man with one slice which could have resulted in a misunderstanding."

The man's words hung heavily in the air, punctuated by the weight of their implications. Alex's pulse quickened at the reminder of the violence he had witnessed, his mind racing to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded.

The gravity of the situation was now all too apparent, the danger lurking just beneath the surface threatening to engulf them both. As the man continued to speak, Alex listened intently, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of fear and determination.

As the man continued to explain the nature of their mission, detailing the intricacies of the clandestine operation they were now embroiled in, Alex found his attention beginning to waver. His mind drifted, memories of the gruesome scene he had witnessed earlier resurfacing with startling clarity.

The man's words became muffled, distant echoes in Alex's mind as he struggled to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded. Images flashed before his eyes, the spray of blood, the lifeless body crumpling to the ground and he felt a shiver of revulsion course through him.

Suddenly, it all came rushing back the terror, the violence, the overwhelming sense of helplessness. How could he have forgotten so quickly, swept up in the whirlwind of the man's explanations and assurances?

"So with that, I will confine you here until it is proven that you are not working together with those people. Don't worry about the inconvenience; you will be well treated."

But before the man could finish his sentence, his body suddenly became hot, a strange sensation overwhelming him. A potent scent filled the room, a heady aroma that clouded his mind and intensified his urges. It was an undeniable, primal instinct taking over for an urge to mate.

Alex, sensing the abrupt change, stepped back in confusion and apprehension. The man's eyes, previously clear and focused, now seemed glazed with an animalistic intensity.