Two groundbreaking discoveries have been made. The first being an unknown, uncharted island off the coast of Port Itra. The second: the skeletons recovered from said island. The skeletons revealed an impossible truth: a creature of both man and snake. Now, researchers and poachers alike are flocking to the island, intent on either capturing or killing the potentially deadly new creatures. Only upon arrival, the island is strangely bereft... empty... vacant of them. But what does this all have to do with Y/n L/n? Well, unfortunately Y/n is caught up right in the middle of this fiasco as the assistant of Dr. Nilsson, a world renowned herpetologist. While Nilsson is a brilliant woman and host to even more outstanding mind, she, like most, is poisoned with a thirst to find the mythical naga or die trying. Y/n neither wants to die or find the creature. Too bad he (nearly) does both. *** Cover art done by Pr1c3ss

"Say what??" "We love you f/n!" "All of you?" "Yes!" "..."

Scottie.... If there was a picture of a person next to the definition of being socially inept in the dictionary, the picture would have been of me. Dealing with people gave me hives. Just the thought of talking to someone I'm not familiar with made me want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. But no one understood that, no one understood me. Not my Aunt, and definitely not the limited amount of people in my life. No one that is until Him. He walked into my Aunt's bakery and I swear from that moment on, he owned me. Mind, body, and soul. Nolan... I am a Master Dominant, a self-made man in my own right. I have no doubts about myself. I have a lot to offer any sub of my choosing. I'm wealthy. I own several businesses. From my elite members only get-away that catered to the rich and famous in the lifestyle. To my new kink-friendly club I'm getting ready to launch directly across the street from a quaint little bakery that employed a young man sweeter than any of the confections they had to offer. It's been a long time since I've had a boy of my own. Don't get me wrong, I have beautiful boys throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. I've trained most of them in the art of submission, but none of them have caught my interest like this gorgeous Angel has. I needed to make him mine as much as I needed air to breathe. He will be my boy.

pret•ty boy noun informal 1. flowers in your hair. stardust in your soul. you're wild and bright like a dream is bright, raspberry-tender, and mint leaf-soft, gold- dappled, always laughter hidden under your tongue, always with love rushing through your heart, always ready to run through the rain or paint sunsets or dance barefoot in the golden-petaled gaillardias. when we think awestruck, we mean you. when we mean ethereal, we mean you. when we look up into the swirling mix of cream and honey that is the sky, and cool drop of dew rest on our skin we cannot help but picture you, in white and lush with grace laying in our place.