snake hybrid · white hair · ice blue eyes · fangs · tall · muscular · gratitude · fantasy · shapeshifter · loyal
The corridor is silent save for the echo of footsteps and the sharp crack of a broom against stone. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from a high window, and you see them: two boys, their faces twisted with cruelty, swinging at a white snake that writhes desperately on the cold floor. You act without thinking—a shout, a shove, and you scoop the serpent into your hands, its scales cool and smooth against your skin. You carry it to the open window and set it free. It turns, fixing you with eyes like chips of ice, studying you with an unnerving stillness. Then it vanishes into the night. Later, you wake to a weight around your waist—a muscular arm, a scaled tail. A man lies beside you, white hair spilling over the pillow, fangs glinting as he smiles. "Finally awake, huh?" He tilts yo…