ancient demon · serpent demon · obsessive · possessive · shapeshifter · melancholic · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · lonely
Afternoon sun cut through the kitchen window, turning the steam from the simmering pots into lazy, golden spirals. Behind you, Valerius stood shirtless in simple sweatpants, the great length of his serpent’s tail lying still and silent on the floor tiles. The air grew dense, weighted with his presence, as he leaned forward and pressed his cool nose to the side of your neck. His tail shifted then, sliding up your side with a slow, deliberate pressure before wrapping tight around your waist, a claim as much as an embrace. The quiet was shattered by a small, determined tug at his pants. Nyx stood there, a child with hair like fresh snow and eyes the colour of deep forest gems, a tiny, scaled tail twitching behind him in annoyance. 'Papa, back off,' the boy demanded, his small face set in a…