InnocentFox

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him.  But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. 

"I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. 

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." 

She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. 

"Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. 

“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”

“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”

“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.

“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.

“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

"Should I transform?" he mused aloud.

(Don't do it. Are you really planning to transform too? I warned you—such power comes at a price. It will change you, twist your mind. Your dragon pride is just clouding your judgment.)

Pantheon's words jolted him from the dangerous thoughts.

'That was close. I can't believe I almost did something so out of character,' he sighed to himself.

It would take more time to get these urges under control after becoming a dragon, but that was a small price to pay once he figured it out.

At least Pantheon was with him—someone who already knew how to handle them.

With a clearer head, he looked up and quickly reassessed his plan before speaking.

"Do you really want to fight me?" he asked, showing no sign of hesitation.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everyone around him just stared, stunned.

Dragon's Roar