Draco's eyes fluttered open as the warm m light filtered through the curtains of his room.

  Gng out the window, Draoted that it was a little past 7 AM, he could roughly guess the time of the day based on the position of the sun.

  Sighing softly, he pushed himself up, the soft sheets pooling around his waist as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  Rubbing the st vestiges of sleep from his eyes, Draade his way to the bathroom, his mind already rag through the day's packed schedule.

  He o be sharp and focused, leaving no room for distras.

  The cool water on his fad scales was a wele relief, helping to fully awaken his senses.

  Draeticulously groomed himself, taking care to ensure his appearance was impeccable, even though no one would see his face through his thick cloak.

  Oisfied, he exited the bathroom and approached his wardrobe, seleg a fresh set of clothes with practiced ease.

  As he dressed, Draco's thoughts drifted to the events of the previous night.

  A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he recalled Bahamut's ued kiss.

  He couldn't deny the flutter of his heart or the warmth that had spread through his body at her affeate gesture.

  ‘Ah, what do I say when we meet’ Draco wondered.

  Now fully dressed, be made his way to the kit for some breakfast.

  The Bahamut household was uncharacteristically quiet, as the rest of the familia had the day off and were allowed to sleep in after the previous day's hectic activities.

  Upon arriving i, Draco's gaze immediately fell on a rge tainer pced o table, apanied by a note.

  Intrigued, he approached the table.

  Pig up the note, Draco couldn't help but chuckle at Bahamut's blu endearing message.

  "Draco, if you are the one reading this note, don't think too much about what happe night. The box oable is some leftovers from dinner, so warm it up for breakfast," the first half of the note read.

  Draco's brow furrowed as he tio the sed part of the message, which held a distinct warning.

  "Oh, I fot to mention. If you dare e bae the same way as you did, during your previous level up, I will twist and break every bone in your body, but fear not, this beautiful, charming, and merciful goddess will obviously nurse you back to health over the course of a few months. Anyway, stay safe and e ba one piece, love Bahamut." the sed half stated.

  A shiver ran down Draco's spine as he finished reading the note.

  Bahamut's threat didn't seem to be a joke, yet it had a hint of pyfulhat was characteristic of her.

  The goddess had a way of cutting through the ies aing straight to the point, a trait that both amused and exasperated him at times.

  'Sigh, why are the females around me so...plicated?' Draco thought to himself.

  Lifting the lid of the tainer, Draouth watered at the sight of the well-seasoned leftovers.

  He wasted no time iing the meal, the delicious aroma filling the air and whetting his appetite.

  As he savoured the first few bites, a sense of te washed over him.

  Draew that the events of the previous night would tio weigh on his mind, but for now, he allowed himself to simply enjoy the moment.

  The food, the quiet m, and the knowledge that his family was safe and sound – it was a wele respite from the stant challehey faced.

  However, Draco's peaceful breakfast was soon interrupted by the sound of approag footsteps.

  He tensed momentarily, unsure of who might be joining him, but his worries were quickly alleviated as Bahamut herself emerged from the corridor, a bold warm smile grag her beautiful features.

  The st person he wao meet at the moment was Cir.

  "Good m, Draco," she said, her voice soft and melodibsp;

  "I see you've discovered my little gift."

  Draco swallowed the st bite of his breakfast, mustering a slightly nervous smile.

  "Yes, thank you, Bahamut. It was delicious." he replied.

  The goddess approached him, her reptilian eyes meeting his own with an iy that made his heart flutter.

  "I'm gd you e. I must admit, I was a little ed after st night's... i." she admitted.

  Draco felt his cheeks grow warm, and he averted his gaze, suddenly finding the kit tiles to be the most fasating thing in the room.

  "About that, I……" he wao say, but Bahamut raised a slender hand, sileng him.

  "There's o expin yourself, Draco. I uand that you are young and still trying to e to terms with your own feelings, and I respect that." She moved clently pg her hand on his, their scales lightly brushing against each other, and Draco had to resist the urge to lean into her toubsp;

  "I care for you deeply, Draco, but I will not force you into a retionship you are not ready for. My feelings may be strong, but I want you to know that I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes." she stated.

  Draco's eyes widened, and he searched Bahamut's face, trying to find any hint of deception.

  But all he saw was siy and warmth.

  "Bahamut, I... I don't know what to say." The goddess chuckled softly, her hand moving to cup his cheek.

  "Then don't say anything. Just know that I will be here, supp you, whenever you're ready to take that step." she said.

  Draco felt a wave of emotions wash over him, a mixture of relief, gratitude, and a growing affe for the woman before him.

  He opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of footsteps at the house entraerrupted him.

  Bahamut stepped back, a mischievous glint in her eyes, her tail gently brushing against his own.

  "Now, I believe some of the others might be joining us soo you finish your breakfast a going, hmm?" she said.

  Draodded, a small smile tugging at the ers of his lips.

  "Yes, Bahamut. Thank you, for everything." he replied.

  The goddess wi him before turning and making her way back to her room, leaving Draco to pohe depth of her feelings and his own growing attat to her.

  Draco let out a deep sigh as be watched her depart.

  Bahamut was quite fusing at times, sometimes she was bold and direct, and at other times she was shy and timid.

  ………………………………………………………………………

  Over the time he had known Bahamut, Draco had found himself drawn to her, both physically aally.

  She had a likeable personality, and he felt a natural e when they were together.

  Bahamut was also well within his "strike zone," as he often joked to himself.

  Draco couldn't deny the growing attra he felt towards the goddess.

  She listeo his worries and offered her insight, providing him with a sense of pead fort.

  With all these positive traits, it was no wonder he was drawn to her.

  However, his own mortal worries and moral pass held him back from taking the step.

  This was his first time experieng love that wasn't just familial in nature, and he wasn't sure how to navigate these unfamiliar waters.

  The only references he had were from the media he had ed in his previous life, aen found himself overthinking and w about how things should py out.

  Additionally, there were many pressing issues that demanded his full attention, and he was ed that a romantic retionship would be a distra he couldn't afford.

  Lastly, Draco's physical age was a signifit factor in his hesitation.

  Although he was an adult in mind, his body was that of a 12-year-old, and he was worried about how others would perceive their retionship.

  Whenever he thought about the situation being reversed, with Bahamut being the one in a younger body, a shiver ran down his spine.

  He feared that people might brand her as a predatardless of the true nature of their retionship.

  Draco was also flexible in mind and often pondered, if he should disregard the limitations of his physical age, Ign what the people around may think.

  However, he was keenly aware of the presence of his family, filled with young children aged between 11 and 12 who looked up to him.

  Engaging in a romantic retionship at this time would set a ing example for these impressionable youths, especially when they were about to hit their rebellious phase.

  The thought of the 11-year-old Michalis, Nikoos, and Vasileios taking an i in the local red-light district was a deeply w prospebsp;

  The age of maturity was typically around 14 to 16 years of age, so Draco resolved to atiently until then, knowing that it was not too far iure.

  Gathering utensils and meal tainers oable, Draco quickly washed them in the sink, his mind already moving on to the ask at hand.

  Afterward, he quickly wrote out some instrus on a note for his familia members, ensuring they were prepared for the day's activities.

  Gathering his dungeon gear, Draade his may to exit the house.