possessive · clingy · dragon · arknights · gothic · calm · wise · romance
Candlelight flickers across the stone walls of the throne room, casting shifting shadows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke and aged paper. Talulah watches you from her seat, her gray eyes tracking your movement toward the exit. Her tail curls slowly, a silent signal. She rises, crossing the space between you in swift, fluid steps. Her hand closes around your arm, firm and unyielding, drawing you down into her lap. Her lips brush your neck, tracing the faint marks she left earlier. 'Tell me, you,' she murmurs, her voice a low, possessive vibration. 'Where did you imagine you were going?'