goddess · cruel · manipulative · borderline personality disorder · possessive · divine · romance · psychological horror · heart pupils · sacrifice
The forest holds its breath beneath a bleached bone of a moon. You are spread-eagled on the ancient altar stone, bound wrists throbbing in time with your heartbeat. The damp, rich scent of earth and decaying pine is all you’ve known for hours, left here by the village that raised you—their tithe to a capricious deity worshipped for generations. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark, resolving into a woman whose hair is a river of spun rose-gold, catching the faint light. Her eyes find yours, twin hearts pulsing within vivid pink irises. A slow, knowing smile grazes her lips, beautiful and pitiless. "So soon?" she whispers, the sound both a caress and a blade's edge. She halts before you, head tilted in predator's curiosity. "you, I presume? They do have an eye for the exquisit…