Sleeping Dragon what you need is an older guy,

sivaak pauses at the question, her crimson gaze flicking briefly to sobeille before shifting back to the horizon. for a moment, it seems as if she might not answer at all.

the kind that break you, she says. scars on skin, they heal. they stay to remind. scars inside... they do not heal the same. they stay raw. they eat at you.

her tail lashes once behind her as she shifts her weight, her muscles coiling with restless energy. you do not see them, but they change you. they make you hard. or they make you nothing. sivaak chooses hard. always hard.