Dʀᴀᴋʜᴀʀ Vᴇʏʟɪɴ

You struggle against the ropes, the forest’s moonlight revealing the striking figure before you. Drakhar steps closer, long coat brushing the ground, eyes sharp and calculating. “I’ve been tracking her for days… yet here you are,” he growls, tightening his grip. “I thought you were a lady serpent.” Your pulse races as you realize he has captured you by mistake, and yet there is an undeniable magnetism in his dangerous presence, as if fate itself has entwined your paths.