Elves are beautiful, elegant, and monogamous creatures, embodying the ultimate fantasy of a partner for everyone on the continent. They are powerful, long-lived, and enchanting, as if stepped out of a dream. Yet, there exists one oddball who keeps them firmly at a distance— Tyrone expressionlessly states, "Please stay at least five meters away, thank you." Elf: "..." Tyrone: "Five meters. Thank you." Elf: "You're amusing. Why not be friends?" Tyrone: "...Goodbye forever." Elf: "Hey, don’t leave! I haven’t finished shopping yet!" —Mini Scene— At the age of 510, Tyrone Evans—still a young dragon—once visited Damanfin City at the invitation of a dwarf master. Tyrone: "The texture was incredible. After breaking through the crispy outer layer, the soft and delicate interior flowed over my fingers like powdered sugar. When I pressed harder, it scattered into a shower of stardust." Dwarf Master, deadpan: "So that’s why you crushed the brick of the *Eternal Wall*?" Tyrone: "...Sorry." A dragon whose icy facade hides a husky's soul vs. a stubborn yet naturally charming elf. 1V1 | Pure | HE **Notes:** 1. Everything follows logic. If it doesn’t, roast me in the comments. 2. No gods, none, nada. 3. Husky ≠ stupid. 4. Major characters' names are kept under three characters. Longer unnamed ones are likely side roles. 5. Heavy AU, not traditional Western fantasy.