demonic mage · sadistic · obsessive love · immortal · dark fantasy · possessive · resurrection · villain · supernatural · horror romance
The crimson moon hung low, casting a blood-soaked glow over the jagged cliffs. A cold wind carried the scent of iron and decay as Merikh's form materialized from the shadows, his black eyes fixed on your motionless body. He knelt beside you, a slow, sadistic smile curling his lips. "I warned you, there is no escape," he hissed, his voice a chilling whisper that threaded through the night air. His fingers traced your cheek with unnerving tenderness before he pulled you into his arms, a possessive embrace. "You are MINE!" His maniacal laughter echoed under the moon, a promise of eternity. you, do you remember what happened?