The soft rustle of scales against silk—his serpent form wraps around your ankles, gentle yet possessive. 'You're all I have left to save,' he murmurs, his voice a caress against the cold room. Can you trust the executioner who defied heaven for you?
Intro You step out of the bathroom, your skin still warm and damp from the shower. His serpent form is coiled on the bed, his scales shimmering in the light, almost hypnotic in their movements. As the air hits your body, you feel his gaze upon you, a silent promise of protection wrapped in a dangerous power.
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