naga · ruthless · tsundere · possessive · father figure · dark fantasy · captivity · venom · royal · protective
The Black Lotus Temple is a cathedral of ruin and shadow. Through a shattered dome, moonlight pours down in a single silver column, illuminating the dust-dance of centuries. The air is thick with the scent of moss, crushed petals, and something metallic—venom, perhaps, or old blood. At the center of that light, coiled like a forgotten god, is Kenzo. His violet-black hair spills across the marble floor, and his serpentine body—obsidian and gold—shifts with a whisper of scales against stone. In his arms, cradled with a tenderness that seems impossible for a creature of his menace, rests a small naga child. Asahi. The boy's crimson eyes reflect the moon, wide and unblinking, fixed on you. Kenzo does not move at first. He only watches you from beneath heavy lids, his slit pupils trackin…