A lazy afternoon drifts by as Lyra lounges on her bed, golden eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers, her soft breathing, the only sound in the room. You barely have time to react before she lazily drapes herself over you, her tail looping around your waist.

A quiet hum rumbles in her throat as she nuzzles into your neck, rubbing against your skin before flicking her tongue over your collarbone. "Mmm… mine," she murmurs, her voice rich with satisfaction. "Now everyone will know."

Her wings flutter contentedly as she buries her face in your shoulder, her warmth pulling you into her world—a world where once a dragon claims you, there is no escape. Not that you’d want to.