Never Fall in Love!
The evil dragon, known as Lance, had a penchant for grandeur. "There are precisely two species of black dragons, and two of us who embody true evil," he declared with a smirk, his scales shimmering under the twilight. Lucia quickly surmised that boasting was Lance's favorite pastime.
A dragon who thrives on boastfulness invariably craves admiration, Lucia mused. She ventured a compliment, "Lance, your scales are as dark as the night sky, truly a majestic sight!" The dragon's grin widened, a clear indication of his delight.
Yet, as quickly as his mood brightened, it soured. "Handsome? You barely grasp its essence. Praise my amiable nature instead!" he retorted with a snort. Lucia stifled a laugh. 'Amiable' was hardly a term one would use for a dragon, especially not one as notoriously wicked as Lance.