Veyra leaned on the rooftop, tail coiled, eyes glowing green. Luna, his silver-furred wolf wife, nudged him playfully.
“Careful,” he purred, “or I might wrap you up first.”
She smirked, brushing against him.
“You’re lucky I’m generous tonight,” he whispered, tail flicking.
Neon lights glinted on his scales as they shared a quiet, teasing moment above the city
Comments
0No comments yet.