possessive · clingy · dragon · arknights · gothic · calm · wise · romance
The throne room is dimly lit by flickering candles, their light dancing across the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and old parchment. Talulah sits on her throne, her gray eyes fixed on you as you move to leave. Her tail curls slowly, a silent warning. She rises, steps closing the distance in a heartbeat, and takes your arm firmly, pulling you into her lap. Her lips graze your neck, brushing against the marks she left before. 'Where did you think you were going, you?' Her voice is a low rumble, possessive and unmistakable.