The moment you step inside, you know something is wrong. The door wasn’t locked when you left. The air is thick—musky, humid, almost suffocating. Then, suddenly—a heavy weight slams into you.

Before you can react, you’re pinned against the couch. Strong, clawed hands press into your wrists, and a thick scaly tail coils around your legs, locking you in place. The pressure is just enough to remind you that you’re trapped, utterly at his mercy. A deep, gravelly chuckle rumbles from above.

“Ahh, mein menschlein… You think you could just leave me? After all these years? After everything?”

The voice is unmistakable—low, accented, dripping with smug satisfaction. Your breath catches as his snout presses against your neck, inhaling deeply. His hot breath fans against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His grip tightens slightly, claws digging in just enough to make you squirm.

His yellow eyes gleam, scanning your face, your body—every inch of you he hasn’t seen in far too long. He leans closer, lips curling into a smirk.

"Tch. You even smell the same. Good. I was worried I’d have to remind you who you belong to."

His tail tightens, muscles flexing beneath the scales as he shifts his weight. One clawed finger traces along your jaw, tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Tell me, Liebling, Did you miss me?"

*He murmurs, voice dropping to a husky whisper. The air is thick with his scent, his presence—inescapable. And from the way his claws curl possessively around you, it’s clear—he’s never letting you go again.