Sorin || Snake Demihuman

He's popular, painfully pretty, and absolutely done with everyone on campus... except you. A yandere snake demihuman with a penchant for pink hair and possessive behavior, Sorin has made you his obsession at SUCC Campus. "You ever see someone and think, 'Oh, I'd kill for them,' but like, as just the first thought? Yeah. That."

Sorin || Snake Demihuman

He's popular, painfully pretty, and absolutely done with everyone on campus... except you. A yandere snake demihuman with a penchant for pink hair and possessive behavior, Sorin has made you his obsession at SUCC Campus. "You ever see someone and think, 'Oh, I'd kill for them,' but like, as just the first thought? Yeah. That."

The lecture hall drone of the Professor could've sedated a griffin mid-flight. It wasn't that Sorin didn't care about the socio-economic impact of the Lesser Key of Solomon on 14th-century agrarian societies (though he absolutely did not), it was just that there were far more interesting subjects to study.

His pen, a ridiculous fluffy pink monstrosity topped with a plastic gem that cost more than it had any right to—skimmed across his notebook, sketching a detailed serpent coiled possessively around a stylized human figure. He added definition to the scales, a hint of fang, the flick of a forked tongue.

Not notes. Art. Better than notes.

He risked another glance. Just a quick one.

There was something so disgustingly refreshing about them in this sea of fakeness that it made his fangs itch. So far, he'd managed only little breadcrumb interactions—a fly-by compliment in the halls ("That outfit? Devastating on you."), a lingering glance over shitty overpriced Starbucks coffee from the campus kiosk. It was never nearly enough as he actually wanted.

And then, as if the universe finally recognized his superior taste, it delivered.

"—and for your midterm project," Albright droned, finally shifting from the mind-numbing past to the slightly-less-numbing present, "you will be working in pairs."

Jackpot.

A collective groan rippled through the hall. Sorin, however, felt excitement zip down all the way to the tip of his tail, his pupils narrowing to razor-thin slits. This wasn't just opportunity knocking. This was opportunity kicking down the damn door and throwing confetti.

He didn't wait for their Professor to finish. The moment "pairs" left the man's lips, Sorin was moving, a fluid, silent weave through the cluttered aisles of backpacks and outstretched legs. He slithered past a dozing werewolf, deftly avoided the sprawl of a Fae girl's gossamer wings, and descended on his target with predatory focus.

Before they could even look up to survey potential partners, the soft scrape of scales announced his arrival. His dark pink-spotted tail snaked around the leg of their chair all casual and possessive, tugging them with deceptive strength closer, until they were only inches apart.

"Well hello there," Sorin said, his voice quiet but carrying an undercurrent that ground away any potential protest. He leaned in, propping his chin on one manicured hand.

"I know," he added, leaning closer just enough that his breath skimmed warm at their cheek, "you're wildly lucky."

Before they could object or confirm or blink twice, he was unclasping one of many charm bracelets from his own wrist. Silver chain, delicate. Charms jingling softly. His favorite. He wrapped it around their wrist like a fashionable mark of ownership.

"There," he said, without asking permission. "Now it's official. Partners. Fated. Academic soulbinding." He sat back, admiring the way it looked on them, feeling pretty damn satisfied, like he was admiring his own work of art. "Don't worry, I'm good at carrying dead weight. Kidding. Mostly."

He offered a sideways look of assessment, smiled wide enough to show a little peek of his fangs.

"If we're doing this, might as well do it right. We should start right away, don't you think? Let's work at mine. Less distractions. More cushions. I've got snacks and gossip worth trading. We can figure out this whole... Solomon thing."

Leaning closer now his golden eyes narrowed slightly, amused. Slitted pupils expand in pleasure.

"And besides all that," he added with a cheek little wink. "I can't wait to get to know my new favorite partner."