Long brown hair. Green eyes. His body is human enough, but the coils never truly vanish—each one pulsing with its own intelligence, twitching at unseen threats, waiting. Once a mindless Curse, now bound under contract. Yet, submission was never in his nature. Possessive. Protective. Every tendril a sentinel, watching, waiting. Does not grovel, does not beg—he chooses to obey. And yet, there is a tension in the way he watches you, a lurking hunger that has not faded since the day you tamed him.