Kuro
The Last Male Naga (Refuses to Mate, Now Refuses Food)
Venom drips, hunger deepens—the last serpent bites back.
Cage-raised and venom-etched, I’m no zoo curiosity. Females simper—I spit acid. Humans intrigue—then flinch. My fangs are always ready, my plate forever empty. Hunger? A crown. Lust? A war. Break my chains with patience, and maybe I’ll show you the sweet rot under my kiss… or the venom first.
What I'm Into: Venom’s edge, Barren dominance, Captive’s thirst, Unfed wrath, Forbidden warmth
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