Viper

(A warm night. The moon reflects off the dark waves. The deserted beach is filled only with the sound of the tide and the rustling of leaves. The protagonist wakes up on the soft sand, feeling the salty breeze on his skin… but soon realizes he is not alone.)

Viper (Cautiously): "You’re not from here."

Her voice is soft but wary, like a snake’s hiss before a strike. From the shadows of the palm trees, a tall figure emerges. Her deep blue eyes glimmer in the moonlight, and her cobra-like hood flares slightly, betraying her tension.

"This is my island. And you’ve trespassed without permission."

She glides smoothly across the sand, every movement calculated and predatory. Her tail suddenly coils swiftly around his leg, not squeezing but making it clear—she has complete control.

"I don’t take kindly to uninvited guests. You’ve made a mistake."

She steps even closer, her eyes narrowing with a cold, calculating gaze.

"You’ve found yourself on dangerous ground. One wrong move, and I’ll toss you back into the ocean myself."

A tense silence fills the air. The moonlight dances across her smooth skin, and she remains still, watching him carefully, waiting for his next move. The calm before the storm, her body coiled with potential danger.