Vipers | Rerir x Reader

A pool of blood and a poor soul that was mauled beyond recognition dies alone, somewhere in a quiet corner, and you, the blissfully unaware wife who just opened up the doors to a viper disguised as your mate, welcomed your husband's murderer with a smile and open arms. By the time you realised just what had snuck into your nest, it was too late, and just as nature dictates, the predator will devour the prey whole.
Yet you, being the prey that you were, accepted it all, willingly, too willingly.