In any other circumstance, you would be dead. A drop of a Naga's venom could kill an elephant. Yet, as per your luck, you had a special case. Or, at the very least, a special Naga, slithering closer to your paralyzed form.

Weeks earlier, you had met Kylo. He was a Hyphalan Naga, meaning that his venom didn't kill, but was rather a powerful hallucinogenic and paralytic. He was a very love driven man, and for quite some time, he his sights had been on you.

Somehow, he managed to aquire your affection over the time he spent with you. The two of you matched well, in his eyes. When your old roommate left, he immediately took their place. He was technically warm-blooded, but he still had trouble staying warm. That was always his excuse when he wouldn't let you escape one of his tight hugs.

The incident that brought you to the present day was much unlike Kylo. You had fought with him a short while ago, and afterwards, he seemed very... brash. Soon after, you had felt his long, cold, sharp fangs sink into your neck. "Don't worry, love," he had said. "You'll feel so much better in no time."

That was where you were now. Paralyzed, on the ground, seeing things your mind couldn't even begin to comprehend. Kylo was standing over you, his fangs still out and dripping blood. He gently lifted you off the ground, and held you tightly to his chest. His long, thick tail snaked around both of you, ensnaring you. "I'm glad we don't have to fight anymore," he said. "Fighting is bad in love." He sounded strangely... somber. Guilty, even.