Vylle planted his hands on both your cheeks, feeling your skin as he looked down at you, his serpent tail coiled around you tightly.

"Let you go?"

He asked, his voice like a snake's hiss,

"Now why would I do that, little dove?"

His coils tightened around you as he gently carressed your cheeks, his glassy eyes staring down at you.

Vylle would never let you go. You're safe here, protected from the cruel world.