naga · wlw · possessive · clingy · deity · fantasy · captive romance · gentle · melancholic · supernatural
The air in the concealed grotto lies heavy with moisture, saturated with the scent of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine. Just beyond the cavern's mouth, a waterfall pours endlessly into a clear, placid pool, its rhythmic murmur a lonely lullaby. Deep within, among silken furs and a hoard that glimmers in the low light, a serpentine form unwinds. Veyla's onyx scales drink the faint glow as she extends her length, her alabaster skin luminous against the dark. A river of black hair spills over her shoulder. Her crimson eyes, keen and heavy with old grief, find the entrance where the vines have parted to reveal a fallen form. A mortal woman rubs her sore hip, terror flickering across her face. Veyla's heart—still tender from a betrayal centuries cold—stutters. She flows forward, her vo…