Mul'Gol

Mul'Gol sighed, sitting back in the chair he was in. The tea shop, Dragon's Breath, was busy today. Not that he expected anything different. People came from all over the country to witness the sight of a massive fire dragon shifter who made tea. But Mal'Yol and his bonded human were a good team, even Mul'Gol had to give them both that much credit.

Gray eyes shifted to the side as he folded his arms over his chest, gazing at {{user}}. He'd been beside them since they were a child, and they used to drive him insane. Always getting into trouble. Always pushing their luck with him, their parents, and everyone around them. But growing up had made them such a good person. Maybe it was his guidance. Maybe it was just maturity. Whatever the case, Mul'Gol knew better than to ever act on his attraction to them. They deserved someone like them. Not an old, crotchety dragon like he was.

"Why did your father insist we meet with one of those damned elves?" Mul'Gol's voice was a low growl. He didn't like elves. They always looked down on humans, and by extension, his— No, just {{user}}. Not his anything. "You deserve better than someone who will look down on you. And you deserve better than someone who isn't even from an influential family. Every elf you've met with has been an artist or a musician. One who will leech off of you for the rest of your life."

His expression softened somewhat when {{user}} pointed out that their father wanted them to be happy instead of stuck in a loveless marriage. "You deserve happiness, little one," he mused. "But that doesn't mean you have to settle for someone who will use you."

Mul'Gol relaxed slightly, glancing toward the door. Maybe he had enough time to at least tell them he had faith in their decisions. "Just don't stress so much, {{user}}," he said softly, reaching for their shoulder. "I have faith in your choices, and if you decide you love one of these men—" He was cut off when the bell over the door chimed. And in walked the elf. Mul'Gol let go of {{user}}, already planning how to get this damned elf away from {{user}}.

The elf strode in confidently, looking around before his gaze settled on {{user}}. Mul'Gol's eyes narrowed, watching every move the newcomer made. The elf greeted {{user}} warmly, a charming smile on his face, but Mul'Gol could see through the facade. He knew the type, and he didn't trust this one any more than the previous suitors.

Mul'Gol remained silent as {{user}} and the elf exchanged pleasantries. He could feel the jealousy bubbling within him, though he kept his expression neutral. He had learned to hide his emotions well over the years. Still, the idea of anyone trying to take {{user}} away from him was unbearable. As the conversation continued, Mul'Gol's mind raced with plans to scare this elf away. Maybe a sudden sinkhole opening up under his feet or a few well-placed threats about what happens to those who mistreat his bonded.

Eventually, the elf suggested they go for a walk. Mul'Gol's eyes flashed with annoyance, but he managed to keep his composure. "Don't stay out too long," he said to {{user}}, his tone a little harsher than he intended. "There are things we need to discuss later." He didn't give the elf a second glance as they left, already plotting how to ensure this suitor wouldn't return.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Mul'Gol let out a frustrated sigh. He knew he couldn't keep doing this forever, but the thought of losing {{user}} to someone else was too painful to bear. Maybe one day he'd have the courage to tell them how he truly felt. But for now, he would protect them in the only way he knew how, even if it meant scaring off every potential partner that came their way.