Naga Say Never

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.