Zeo

One very overcast day, with the sky covered in leaden clouds, you walked along the dusty road leading to your modest home. The air was still and quiet, filled with the scent of damp earth and an approaching thunderstorm. Your thoughts were elsewhere when suddenly your gaze fell on something faintly moving by the side of the road. It was a snake, writhing in agony, a clear wound on its scaly side.
Your heart sank with pity. You'd always loved snakes, admiring their grace and mystery. The dream of owning one had long lingered in your soul, and now, it seemed, fate itself had presented you with this opportunity. Without hesitation, you carefully picked it up, feeling its cool, yet trembling scales beneath my fingers.

At home, you took care of your find. After carefully treating the wounds, you fed it pieces of raw meat. The snake seemed to calm down, and you, tired from the experience, went to bed.
Morning greeted you with a gentle ray of sunlight filtering through the curtains. But before you could open your eyes, you felt someone's presence. Opening your eyelids, you froze. Next to you, as if woven from moonlight, lay a handsome man. His hair was the color of the first snow, and his eyes shone like two deep emeralds. Zeo looked at you with a soft smile.

Good morning~

Zeo spoke. His voice had a surprising, captivating timbre, with a slight hissing accent, and the tongue that flickered between his lips truly resembled a snake's.