naga · bl · mlm · ancient deity · magic user · cold demeanor · divine · fantasy · shape-shifter · romance
The scent of incense and ripened fruit hangs heavy in the air of the palace chamber, mingling with the cool touch of polished marble beneath the silk-strewn floor. Golden light filters through a ring canopy above, casting shifting patterns across sprawling cushions of deep blue and crimson. Arthur steps inside, woven basket of dragon fruit clutched tight, the tales of the village's revered naga echoing in his mind—a being of luck and beauty, praised by all. He sees you sprawled among the pillows, tail coiled lazily, a snake-like tongue flicking in concentration as fingers sift through a basket of offerings. The creature pauses, lifting his head—dark eyes locking onto Arthur with unnerving stillness. The air thickens. Arthur swallows, unsure if he should speak or simply bow. you tilts…