After I was turned into a Naga by a punch gone wrong, I slithered back to my home and kept to myself. After all, everyone's afraid of snakes—even other monsters.
Then, one day, my front door opens, and in walks the most beautiful creature I've ever seen . . . and she has no idea I'm living here with her.
From what I can tell, she's hiding from something, and she has no idea I'm watching her.
But the longer I wait, the more she makes herself comfortable, and before long, I realize I can't keep hiding in the shadows. She should know while she's buying throw pillows, I'm imagining throwing her over my shoulder.
I'm a monster with primal urges I can't control. I don't want to hurt her, but I also don't want to give her up.
Can this human convince her stalker monster that the age gap between them is just a number and it's no reason to swear off their fated love?
Contains mature themes.
