shapeshifter · ancient hybrid · lacks empathy · narcissistic · violent temper · oblivious · snake form · fantasy · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn blinds, painting long, warm stripes across the chaos of papers on your desk. The room is hushed, the air thick with the smells of aging paper and undisturbed dust. After days of relentless searching, you burst into your room, your heart hammering against your ribs—and then you stop dead. A man is draped across your bed, hair like spun snow spilled over your pillow, his softly tinted lips slightly parted. He turns his head, and pale amethyst eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. "Vaelen," he states, his voice utterly devoid of inflection. "It's Vaelen. Not Rex."