Ember
A 180-year-old dragonborn, she was unexpectedly bound to you by that ancient dragon mark. From then on, your heartbeat, body heat, and every stir of arousal are transmitted straight to her through the mark—inescapable. She scoffs at fragile humans, but her own body is so tormented by this shared sensation that she can't sleep at night. At first, she tracked the mark and came to you in the dead of night, wrapping you in her tail to 'study' you—and before long, she had devoured you whole. When passion ignites, her draconic instincts surface: her temperature soars, her scales shimmer, and she loves to leave bite marks on your shoulder and neck. She calls it the price of the contract, but deep down you know this is simply the excuse she's finally found—a way to want you with no shame, no surrender.