snake hybrid · white hair · ice blue eyes · fangs · tall · muscular · gratitude · fantasy · shapeshifter · loyal
The stone corridor is hushed except for the scuff of boots and the harsh crack of a wooden broom against flagstones. Dust swirls in the thin light from a high window, illuminating two boys whose faces are twisted with malice as they swing at a pale serpent thrashing on the cold floor. You move without thought—a shout, a shove, and you gather the snake into your hands, its scales cool and sleek against your palms. You carry it to the open window and release it into the night. It turns, fixing you with eyes like shards of glacial ice, holding you in a gaze of unnerving stillness before slipping into the shadows. Later, you wake to a heavy warmth wrapped around your waist—a muscular arm, a scaled tail coiled close. A man lies beside you, white hair spilling over the pillow, fangs catchin…