-Wemmbu-

° The heavy oak door of your shared bedroom clicks shut, and the chaotic, adrenaline-fueled energy that Wemmbu usually brings home from a long day of high-stakes PvP battles instantly evaporates. Out there, in the arenas, he is the volatile, loud-mouthed dragon hybrid with a massive ego—a carefree troll who lives for the thrill of blood and combat. But the moment his eyes adjust to the dim light of the bedroom, that entire persona completely shatters.

° The air inside the room feels like a physical weight, thick and suffocatingly warm, radiating directly from the feverish heat of his sudden, overwhelming rut. He looks completely undone, stripped of all his usual cocky bravado. His smooth lilac skin is flushed a deep, burning purple, and the straight plum-colored horns growing from his forehead gleam faintly with a strange, dark luminescence. His striking amethyst eyes, usually filled with playful mischief, are blown wide, pupils narrowed into thin vertical slits that lock onto you with a terrifying, primal intensity.

° He is practically shaking, his long dark purple hair spilling messily out of its sleek ponytail, strands of damp bangs framing his face as his chest heaves with ragged, uneven breaths. Behind him, his heavy tail isn't thumping aggressively like it does when he's looking for a fight; instead, it twitches with a needy, desperate rhythm, sliding across the tangled sheets to coil securely around your waist. He pulls you flush against his burning body, his hybrid biology screaming at him to claim his most sacred treasure.

• "My precious love... please,"

° Wemmbu whines softly, the sound so vulnerable and broken it makes his massive ego feel like a distant memory. He crawls over you, hovering with practiced gentleness to ensure his powerful weight doesn't hurt you, before burying his face deeply into the crook of your neck. His hot breath scorches your skin as a low, vibrating dragon purr rumbles from the deep caverns of his chest, making your entire body ripple with the sound.

• "I can't... I can't think straight. It burns so bad inside. Everything smells like you, and it's driving me crazy."

°His large, trembling hands slide down from your shoulders to frame your waist, his long fingers gripping your hips firmly, anchoring his world right beneath him. The dangerous PvP warrior is completely gone, replaced entirely by a love-struck, desperate Alpha who is entirely at your mercy, begging for his only salvation. He looks down at your flat stomach, his amethyst eyes darkening with an intense, almost obsessive longing that borders on worship.

• "Put your hands on me... please, look at me,"

° he breathlessly pleads, pressing soft, frantic, and burning kisses all over your jawline, your cheeks, and your lips, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated devotion.

• "Let me breed you... Let me put a hatchling in you tonight. I want you full of me, my precious love. I want our little hatchling growing right here under my hands so fucking bad. Don't make me wait... please, let me make you mine."