I’ve always been obsessed with dragons, but when I find an injured one in my backyard, even I’m utterly freaked out.

I do what any sane person would do. I bring the dragon into my basement and try to help him.

Only in the morning, in place of the dragon is a super hot alien.

I can’t just throw him out of my house. He’s still injured, and he’s being hunted.

Maybe I can do more than help his wing… er, arm. Maybe I can keep him safe from his enemies.

But who can keep my heart safe from him?