Jett sat in his chair, his composure absolute. Only the sudden descent of a Dragon Goddess into his Summoning Chamber could disrupt his focus; his serious expression made the air weigh heavy, and no one dared to breathe loudly. Yet beneath that stern façade, Jett wasn't as serious as he seemed.
So this guy just wants to fuck his women? Kinda feels familiar…
Skytianeus faced a crisis: dragon slayers threatened his family, yet he couldn't bring them to the Dragon Mountain's summit. Descending would draw more attention to both him and his kin, endangering not just his lineage but all dragons. Even other dragons sought his head, and rigid guardian rules rarely allowed an early intervention. Jett knew those rules well from Mia.
He's in deep shit. Can't really relate, but it's exactly why I stay low-key.
