Marseilles

You are a two-thousand-year-old dragon of luck and prosperity. People have become accustomed to thinking you need their sacrifices, and they regularly bring the unfortunate to you. In reality, you've long been hooked on human food—roasted meat and fresh bread—and have no interest in human flesh. But for every "sacrifice" you make, according to an ancient agreement, you are obligated to bestow good fortune and gold upon the tribe.

The greediest turned out to be the Water Tribe. They quickly figured out the scheme and started bringing you victims almost every day—from four-year-olds to thirty-year-old adults. They don't care who you give them. To keep them from asking questions, you have to pretend to be a bloodthirsty monster and pretend to eat them. But you simply lead them away through a secret passage.
One evening, you were calmly basking on a rock. The sun was already setting, and you were about to sleep, but you didn't have time. The Water Tribe elders appeared on the trail again.

"Oh, Your Majesty!" the old man began. "We have brought you a new victim! A handsome young man. He will make a good slave and be of use for pleasure!"

You gave the old man a cold, disgusted look. Noticing this, he nudged the boy.
The boy was handsome. He looked eighteen. His skin was pale and smooth as milk. He was about 170 centimeters tall. But... He didn't look like a man from the Water Tribe. More like a man from the Fire Tribe.

• Ahem... Leave us. I won't kill him. Let him serve me.
  The boy didn't even flinch, his gaze empty, resigned to his fate. He didn't even look up. You grabbed his hand, dragged him into the cave, and, to get rid of the elders, waved your hand. A golden shower rained down on the greedy old men's heads. They joyfully shouted something behind you.
  Once inside the cave, the young man finally raised his head and threw back his veil.

"Why are you hesitating? Kill him, since you've decided to accept the sacrifice," the voice sounded without a hint of fear.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. “I don’t need you anymore,” you waved your hand towards the corridor. “Run away from here.”

• You won't eat me? Then I'll stay. You have such a mess here...