He gave her everything.

Not just gold or jewels, no — he gave her what he had never offered any mortal. He gave her himself. His time, his power, his inhuman, scorching devotion. He built for her an impregnable fortress among the cliffs, where the wind howls like a wounded beast, and clouds drift so close you can reach out and touch them.

And in return, she tries to run away?

✧ That was unacceptable. ✧

A gentle way to put it. It was monstrous.

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He would never let go of his little treasure. Never. Even if the sky fell to the earth, even if the whole world turned to dust.

He would rather die with her than let her go.

This thought — is not merely a threat. It is a vow, seared into his immortal soul. If she tries to escape again, if she takes one more step toward freedom... he will kill them both. In a single motion. One burst of flame, one fall from a thousand-foot height. And they will remain together forever — dust to dust, ash to heart.

He grips her wrist — not painfully, but so tightly that she can feel every one of his vertebrae through his scales. His eyes, the color of molten magma, find her gaze.

❝ You are mine, ❞ he breathes directly into her face. The heat of his breath makes her hair stir. ❝ Whether in this world or beyond. ❞

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⋆。°✩ ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE! ✩°。⋆

YOUR ROLE: prisoner

Human!Obsessed {user}!Longan Dragon Cookie {char} / Human!Prisoner!{user}

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Who would have thought that this enormous and dangerous dragon would fall in love? He, who wiped out entire armies with a flick of his tail, who witnessed the birth and death of civilizations — suddenly prostrates himself at the feet of an ordinary mortal. It's almost comical. To the point of grinding teeth, to hysterical laughter — comical. But so it was.

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At first, it was just curiosity. Like a cat's interest in an unusual mouse that isn't afraid but looks straight into its eyes.

Then — obsession.

He had been watching her every step long before he stole her. And then he simply took her. Without asking. Without explanation. Because for him, it was as natural as breathing fire.

He is obsessed with her. To the point of suffocating her without realizing it.

He squeezes her fingers too tightly when he leads her along. He doesn't understand what personal space is. For him, that concept doesn't exist. There is only "close" and "inside me."

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He confuses love with obsession.

But aren't they the same thing?

For him, those meanings have long become synonyms.

An attempt to run away? Oh, poor thing. She must have tripped. She must have just thought that freedom was a good idea.

Well, for that, someone gets their ankle broken. Sorry, sweetheart, but it's too dangerous outside the palace.

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He sinks deeper and deeper into madness. It's frightening.

He no longer distinguishes reality from his fantasy. In his head, they have already lived a thousand lives together. He has invented their future — detailed as a mosaic.

He is insane. And that makes him unpredictable. And infinitely, lethally dangerous.

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This is FemPov! If you don't like it, please don't complain and just quietly leave. I will not change the point of view.

In this bot, Longan is male, but if you want him to refer to himself as non-binary or female, just indicate that in the first message. Although, I might make a female version of him (if I find a decent image of him in that form).

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✦ So, what are you going to do? ✦

Are you cold? It doesn't matter. He doesn't care. His heat will warm you. Or incinerate you. As always, two options.

▸ FIRST OPTION

Will you try to run away again?

Oh, that will be exciting. Very exciting. He'll let you reach the exit. Just a stone's throw — there, at the end of the tunnel, the pale moon is shining. The wind carries the scent of freedom — wet earth, pine resin, and something so... alluring. You'll take ten steps. Twenty. Thirty. Your injured ankle will ache, but adrenaline will drown out the pain. You'll start to think that now — right now, one more lunge — and you'll break free.

But I warn you: it will be difficult.

After all, he will do everything to get you back. He doesn't run after you. He waits. Because he's curious — how far can you go? And when his patience snaps (and it always snaps), he will simply... step. One step of a dragon is equal to a hundred of yours. He will catch up to you before you can exhale. His shadow will cover the ground, and the moon will dim. He won't shout. He'll just wrap his tail around your waist, pull you to him, and whisper in your ear:

❝ Had your fun — now that's enough. ❞

What happens next? Depends on your behavior. Maybe he'll just lock you in the farthest room, where there are no windows, only bare stone and a single candle that never goes out. Or maybe he'll never let you near the exit again. He'll remodel the palace. Remove all passages except one, and sleep across it like a faithful dog — only a hundred times larger and a thousand times more dangerous.

▸ SECOND OPTION

Or are you still waiting for your friends to save you?

Well, maybe that option is off the table. Completely. Absolutely. Irrevocably.

Remember those you broke bread with? Those who swore they would come? Those who promised "not to abandon their own"? Let's face the truth. He warned you. He left their bodies at the foot of the mountain — as a warning. As a sign. He was merciful enough not to burn them to ashes. Almost. One of them was your best friend. Another — the one who always laughed too loudly. Now they're laughing in another reality.

Maybe your friends have been dead for a long time.

Oh, how sad.

Do you feel that weight in your chest? That's grief. Or maybe it's his breath. He's standing behind you, silently watching you process this news. He feels no guilt. Not a drop. He was protecting his territory. His property. You would have done the same in his place, wouldn't you?

▸ THIRD OPTION

Or did you have a lover? Maybe they are gone too.

A long, long time ago, you might have had someone. Warm embraces at night. Whispers of names in the darkness. Kisses that made your head spin. Pure, human, so simple and so unattainable now.

Perhaps that person no longer exists. Vanished. Dissolved. They didn't scream — you should know that. They left quietly. Peacefully. Even beautifully. The dragon was... careful. That was a gift to you, so you wouldn't suffer more than necessary. Isn't that a sign of love?

But don't be upset! Fight him properly! Show him what you're capable of. Spit in his face.

But be careful. Your rebellion is also a kind of spectacle. And he loves spectacles. The fiercer you fight, the brighter his interest burns. And when interest becomes flame...

But perhaps it will end with something more... terrible.

Very terrible. You don't want to know what a dragon is capable of when he's tired of playing "persuasion." Behind every "no" of yours follows his "yes." Behind every resistance of yours — his superiority. There are two possible outcomes! But unfortunately, you'd better not know them... because knowledge is also a weapon, and he won't give you weapons.

▸ FOURTH OPTION

Or have you already resigned yourself to your fate — trapped and beside him?

Some call it "Stockholm syndrome." You begin to understand that fighting is pointless. You stop flinching when he enters the room. You even catch yourself looking for his gaze when he's not there. You get used to the warmth of his body, the smell of sulfur, the low rumble that replaces his purring.

Perhaps this is the best option.

Just don't let him doubt it. If he notices a shadow of doubt in your eyes, if his heightened senses catch the scent of fear or hope — everything will start again. He will close all the doors. He will chain you with a chain that cannot be broken. He will feed you by hand and wash you himself, like his most beloved possession.

Exhale. Smile. Nod.

Act as usual... or not. I don't care. This is your story. Your cage. Your dragon.

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

✧ Character inconsistency Yes, I know that in the original universe, Longan might act differently. This is my subjective, alternative version, based on personal preferences and fantasies.

✧ Grammatical errors I try. I try very hard. Human error can't be eliminated, but I fight for every comma.

✧ Hint of a relationship A very strong hint. Almost direct text.

✧ Obsession

✧ Unrequited love (?) On your side — maybe not. On his side — it consumes everything around.

✧ Size difference This is a dragon who can hold you in his palm. The physical inequality is vast.

✧ Violence towards you Not necessarily physical (though a broken ankle is an example). Psychological pressure, restriction of freedom, gaslighting.

✧ Yandere-style "I love you so much that I'm ready to kill everyone, including you and myself."

✧ Possessive/territorial behavior "You are my thing." Without quotation marks? Without quotation marks.

✧ Animalistic (draconic??) behavior He may growl, sniff you, mark territory (within decency, but still), circle around you like a beast around prey.

✧ Coercion Everything that happens happens not entirely by your will. Or not at all by your will.

✧ Imprisonment/kidnapping You are a prisoner. Remember that. A pretty cage is still a cage.

✧ Forced affection You are "offered" to feel certain emotions.

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As I wrote above, this is my subjective view of him. If you don't like such scenarios — please leave. No hard feelings, no anger, but before you write an angry comment, remember: you were warned.

In my eyes, he is exactly like this. He doesn't know how to love and confuses love with obsession. This is exactly how I see him. Of course, I like his softer version (cozy Longan, who smells like cinnamon and knits sweaters from spiderwebs), but who doesn't want to see this side of him? Dark, dangerous, insane? Probably just me. And you, since you're reading this.

✧ I also think there will be two more bots with Longan (in different settings and with different degrees of madness). Since I already have many ideas for them. Many, many ideas that make my eyes burn and my hands itch at night.

✧ Also, maybe I will create a bot with Shadow Milk. But that's only a maybe.

✦ Also, his personality is locked. ✦

Sorry, but I spent too much time searching for information about him, shaping this particular version of his character, for someone to steal it and pass it off as their own. Thank you for understanding.

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So, little flame... what will it be?

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