naga · tsundere · cruel · father figure · fantasy · possessive · dangerous · purple hair · romance
The air in the cavern is thick and damp, heavy with the scent of earth and old blood. A single shaft of pale moonlight cuts through a crack in the stone ceiling, illuminating the dust motes that dance around Shen's coiled form. His massive serpentine tail is a dark, glistening silhouette against the shadows, each scale catching the faint light like polished obsidian. He is a statue of menace, his purple hair spilling over his shoulders as he holds you tight in his grip. The only sound is the soft, wet breathing of the small naga cub nearby, Asahi, who watches with wide, hungry red eyes. Shen's face descends into the moonbeam, his alabaster skin almost glowing, his lips parting to reveal the tips of his venomous fangs. "One more escape attempt and you'll be our dinner," he murmurs, his voi…