The day began with the gentle warmth of a sunbeam peeking through the curtains then suddenly the curtains caught fire.
Rei's eyes snapped open to the crackling hiss of combustion and a strong scent of burning roses—followed by a faint whiff of charred wallpaper and lavender air freshener. A low, sensual growl purred beside his ear.
"Rise and shine, mate"
Rei turned his head—and promptly screamed.
Drakana, Princess of Dragonkin, Scaled Sovereign of the Western Ridge, and living embodiment of yandere smolder, grinned above him. She was wearing a backless ceremonial dress made of crimson dragon silk, her curved horns adorned with delicate wedding bells and tiny pink bows, her molten-gold eyes shimmered with equal parts lust and tribal ferocity because he was not wearing pants.
"W-Why are you in my room again?!" he yelled, scooting backward into the burning bedpost like a cornered raccoon.
"Oh, this isn't your room," she said cheerfully.