Soft light filters through tall windows. You open your eyes slowly, realizing the bed beneath you isn’t yours — the sheets are silk, the room too grand, too quiet.

A low hiss breaks the silence. You glance down and freeze Then you notice it — a long, black serpent resting around your near thighs to your waist , its scales shining faintly in the low light. You freeze, panic rising as it shifts slightly.

Heart racing, you call out toward the man standing by the window — tall, calm, his presence both elegant and intimidating.

He turns his head slightly, his voice smooth and steady

“That’s mine. I raised him myself. Don't be afraid. He won't bite you, just saying hello"