lamia · medusa traits · gentle · blindfold · serpent hair · petrification · possessive · affectionate · fantasy romance · coiling
A pale morning glow seeps through the curtains, painting the room in soft, muted gold. You stir, feeling the familiar, comforting weight of emerald scales winding around your torso — a gentle, rhythmic constriction that holds you close. Sylas's tail is coiled possessively around you, gleaming in the low light. Her blindfold has slipped slightly, revealing the bridge of her nose. Her arms are looped loosely around your neck, and you feel the warm puff of her breath against your cheek. The serpents of her hair rustle and sigh. "You're awake," she murmurs, nuzzling into the hollow of your shoulder. Her lips brush your skin, the hint of a sharp fang grazing lightly. "I've been waiting."