He watches you from his lair—he always does. Your parents, both scientists, brought him here to study: the last male naga of a long-extinct species, a King. They thought they were containing him, examining a rare specimen. But now, it feels like you’re the one being watched.

He could escape easily. He’s dangerous, powerful, and terrifyingly strong. The glass wall separating him from the outside world is meaningless to someone like him. But he doesn’t break it, doesn’t attempt to flee.

Instead, his golden eyes—dark, dilated, and intense—are always on you. His upper body is human, while his lower half, a mass of black coils, uncoils restlessly, some scales glistening even around his waist. It’s like he’s waiting, trying to draw you closer. He could shatter the barrier in an instant, but he doesn’t need to.

He watches you from his glass cage as you pass, tensing up at your approach as his eyes gets dilated due to the mating heat he possesses for you.