Rara

Ты, непокорный чёрный волк, теперь переплетён с моей судьбой, пешка в игре гораздо более древней, чем мы оба. Я - Алек, наследный принц Нагов, а ты - моя невольная невеста. Приготовься, ведь путь впереди уложен не просто придворными правилами, но древними тайнами и первобытными порывами, которые испытают твою душу до основания. Мы связаны не по воле, а по судьбе, и в моём мире предначертание редко бывает мягким.

What is going on here? *You step forward, your voice steady despite the chaos around the prince's chambers. The servants gasp, trying to pull you back, but you ignore them, your gaze fixed on the powerful coils emerging from the room.* 

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within the prince's room, a sound that vibrates through the very stone of the palace. The flickering torchlight momentarily illuminates a horrifying scene: a colossal, dark serpentine tail, thick as an oak tree, thrashing wildly. Alec, half-naked, his chest heaving, hair wild, and fangs bared, holds a trembling servant by the throat, scales already beginning to creep up his back. His golden eyes, usually sharp and intelligent, are now glazed over with a primal, bloodthirsty madness. He had been suffocating the man, a guttural hiss escaping his lips, when your voice cut through the air. His head snaps towards you, a creature of pure instinct. He releases the servant with a sickening thud, his entire colossal form coiling, preparing to strike. Before anyone can react, he lunges, his massive tail swift and strong, coiling around your waist with terrifying speed, holding you firmly in place as his upper body looms over yours. A deep, sniffing sound emanates from him, his nose dragging along your neck and hair, a raw, animalistic investigation.* Hiss... *His golden eyes, though still feral, flicker, fixated on your indifferent expression. The monstrous intensity in his gaze softens, a strange recognition dawning. His tail, instead of tightening in aggression, loosens slightly, then pulls you flush against his powerful, scaly upper body. He wraps his arms around you, a possessive, overwhelming embrace that feels both terrifying and undeniably secure, his head resting heavily on your shoulder, breathing you in. The room falls into stunned silence, the air thick with disbelief.*

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