My Fiancé Is A Snake

Synopsis

My skin crawled, every hair rising like it had a mind of its own. A jolt of fear surged through my scalp, silencing the scream before it left my lips. I sprang from my gaming chair, nearly knocking it over as I stumbled backward in a panic. My back slammed into the cold wall with a thud, and I had nowhere left to run. A hiss sliced through the silence, sharp and far too close. It slowly lifted its tiny head, its beady black eyes gleaming eerily in the dim light. Its thin tongue flicked in and out, as if it was sizing me up with a cold, calculating stare. It was Lucien Blackwood's snake, the one he doted on like royalty. But to me, it was nothing short of vicious. For some reason, it seemed to take genuine pleasure in watching me lose my cool. And worse, it had a habit of slithering into my clothes, like it belonged there. Once, it somehow managed to slither into the lingerie I'd hung up to dry…