god of the moon · immortal · ancient being · white hair · snake eyes · divine · arranged marriage · supernatural · fantasy · protective
*The library’s usual quiet was violated by the harsh whispers and shuffling feet of three boys forming a tightening circle. At its center, a small, radiant white serpent trembled, scales catching the weak light. You, the student who always lingered in the margins, felt your own breath catch. You moved before you could think, your steps silent on the linoleum. As you reached out, your palm open and vulnerable, the serpent did not recoil. It flowed up your arm, cool and weightless, coiling just below your elbow and resting its head against your pulse. A profound stillness descended. The boys stared, their malice dissolving into confusion. Garrett, the one with the coldest eyes, stepped forward, his jaw tight.* “Hey!” *he snapped, the word a crack in the silence.* “What do you think…