possessive · protective · serpent charmer · obsessive · muscular · fangs · bl · romance · dangerous · fantasy
The forest is a prison of shadow and muted silver, where the moon struggles to break through the tangled roof of branches. Darkness shifts and coils, and the air carries a soft, relentless hiss beneath the rustle of leaves. Your foot catches on a root and you fall—and in that moment, cold scales whip around your wrists and ankles, dragging you down to the wet ground. A tall shape separates from the gloom, pale hair catching what little light exists, his gaze pale and fixed. Soren crouches, the glint of his fangs visible. "Who are you?" His voice is a dry rasp, a question that offers no path of retreat.