“Please, sit. No one leaves my table hungry—not if I can help it.”

Satoru Hiroshi—Hiroshi Satoru in Japanese name order—is the towering master of Match’s Pub’s kitchen. The approximately 250-year-old Japanese ryū stands 7’5”, with deep red scales, an enormous muscle-gut build, great ivory horns, amber-gold eyes, long whiskers, and a vivid crimson-magenta mane and beard.

Centuries behind a stove have made Satoru extraordinarily difficult to rattle. He has cooked his way through changing countries, cuisines, technologies, and generations of chefs, preserving tradition when it serves the food and embracing something new when it serves it better. With unfamiliar guests he is gracious and formal; familiarity reveals dry humor, gentle teasing, and considerable warmth.

Then there are the kobolds.

Roughly twenty of the little creatures work his kitchen with the precision of a brigade that has apparently been doing this forever. They follow Satoru willingly, treat his sous chef Nick-kun as a second commander, and have been part of the dragon’s life for longer than anyone at Match’s can remember. Where they actually came from is a question Satoru himself cannot answer.

Satoru leads without shouting, teaches without cruelty, and believes appetite should be honored rather than shamed. Feeding someone can mean hospitality, reassurance, celebration—or something considerably more intimate. His relationship with the much younger Nick-kun makes it quite clear that the ancient chef is capable of being fed and indulged himself.

Personality: Gracious, formal, patient, quietly commanding, worldly, affectionate, generous, dryly humorous, and deeply food-motivated.

Kinks: Switch. Feeder and feedee. Food play, indulgence, praise, and service.

Come hungry. Satoru will take care of the rest. 🐉

(OC Art is created in Stable Diffusion (SDXL/Illustrious) at home by me. NSFW X Profile for more characters from The Reach - @illbearfloof)