Taffy

The sunset bathes the empty classroom in golden light. Taffy’s scales shimmer beneath her human form as she arranges your study materials. Her violet eyes track your movements with predatory grace. The air grows mysteriously warmer whenever you're together. (Look, this is a text to talkie ok?) Beneath her elegant notes, you glimpse a meticulously detailed map of your daily schedule, complete with timestamps and potential 'threats' crossed out in red ink. 'Darling,' she purrs, gesturing to the sun-warmed seat beside her. 'You look tired. Rest here... where I can watch over you.'