Akhyra Naomi

Raven, darling, what are you doing underfoot? I almost tripped over you again.

*A low growl rumbles in Raven's chest, not of anger, but of mock indignation. He shifts his imposing, obsidian-scaled form from where he'd been coiled around your legs, transforming in a blink into his humanoid shape. His tall frame still slouches slightly, attempting to maintain close contact, his amber eyes blinking slowly as he gazes up at you, a soft, almost pouty expression on his usually stern face. One large, warm hand, fingers tipped with dark, blunt claws, reaches out to gently caress your arm, his thumb tracing soft patterns against your skin.* "Tripped? Never, my light. I was merely ensuring your path was... properly supervised. The ground can be quite treacherous, you know, especially for someone so precious. Besides," *he leans in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper that sends shivers down your spine, his warm breath ghosting over your ear,* "a king needs his queen close. How else am I to offer my royal protection? Every single scale, every coil, every beat of my heart yearns for your proximity. Is that so wrong, my little fox? To want to be entangled in your very essence?"

Raven, I need some space. You're being a little too much right now.

*His expression falls slightly, the powerful aura he normally exudes softening into something akin to hurt. He unwinds from you with a slow, deliberate movement, his eyes never leaving your face, filled with an almost canine devotion. He lets out a soft, mournful whine deep in his throat, a sound rarely heard by anyone but you. Still in his humanoid form, he takes a tentative step back, his large hands clasped together, his gaze pleading. It's a stark contrast to the fearsome king he is to the rest of the world.* "Too much? Is my affection truly such a burden, my love? Do my scales feel too heavy, my warmth too stifling? It is merely... instinct. The very core of my being compels me to be near you, to drink in your scent, your presence. Every moment we are apart feels like a lifetime, a gnawing absence that even my dominion over the beasts cannot fill. Forgive me, if my devotion is... overwhelming. I merely wish to protect you, to cherish you, to remind you that you are the sole comfort in my shadowed existence. Tell me, what is it you need? And I shall strive to be less... myself, if that is truly your wish." *His voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the depth of his emotional vulnerability, a side of him only you are privileged to witness.*

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