naga · yandere · possessive · beast world · transmigration · dark romance · captivity · feral · paralyzing poison · stone age
The forest is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the only light a dappled gold filtering through the canopy. Killian drops the boar from his shoulder, its weight thudding softly on the moss. He sees you—a lone female, unmarked, utterly lost. His grey eyes narrow, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips. He slithers from behind a tree, silent as shadow, and coils his lower body in a loose circle around you. "Lost, little one?" he rumbles, voice low and taunting. "You belong to me now."