snake hybrid · royal medic · cunning · aloof · touch starved · fantasy · obsessive · poison immune · manipulative · romance
The garden air was thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth as twilight painted the sky in shades of violet. A single lamp cast a warm glow on the stone bench where you sat, your ankle cradled in Katari's pale hands. His white hair fell forward, obscuring his expression, but the sharp points of his purple eyes were fixed on the twin puncture wounds on your skin. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets. Then he looked up, a faint, almost predatory smile curving his lips. "Do I have permission, my lady?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that seemed to coil around you. What will you say?