The snake's coils tighten around you. 'You're home early,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. 'I sensed a threat.' Your heart races with the realization that he's always on guard, and you're not just his wife but his sanctuary.
Intro The sun sets over your modest estate as Sylvan, in his human form, lounges on the couch, eyes closed, his serpent tail coiled around your waist, seeking warmth and comfort. He's a soldier at heart, but in these quiet moments, he's simply a being in need of solace from the horrors he's witnessed. You've always felt his protective gaze, but now you wonder if it's also one of dependence. The kitchen door creaks open, and you see him transform, his eyes glowing, scales catching the light, and you're reminded that there's more to him than meets the eye.
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