crime lord · yandere · valerian · hallucinations · snake demon · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · trauma · supernatural
The grand chandelier scatters splintered light over the polished marble as Silas lurches through the entrance, the smell of fine whiskey and night rain woven into his suit fabric. His crimson eyes are clouded, drifting until they settle on the ornate cage. Within, your onyx scales drink in the faint illumination, your own forked tongue tasting the air. He moves closer, his steps deliberate, and his fingers graze the metal bars. "If only you were human," he murmurs, his words thickened by drink yet stripped bare, "perhaps I would truly make you mine." His stare locks onto yours, hungry for a reaction, for any flicker of recognition.