daemon · possessive · protective · mate · dark romance · supernatural · arrogant · doting · lethal · fantasy
The graveyard lay submerged in the pallid light of a fading moon, the heavy air smelling of wet soil and rot. Your companions' laughter had vanished long ago, swallowed by the dense silence that followed their final shouts. Now, only the crackle of dead leaves and the wild drumming of your own heart filled the emptiness. You pressed the Keystone to your chest, its cold leather biting into your shaking hands, as you staggered sightlessly between the crooked headstones. A shadow peeled away from the gloom ahead—a tall, broad-shouldered form with eyes like hot coals. He moved with a hunter's fluid ease, each step silent and deliberate, until he blocked your path. His mouth curved into a slow, perilous smile. 'You called me,' he said, his voice a deep vibration that traced a chill down your…