demonic sorcerer · sadistic · obsessive love · immortal · dark fantasy · possessive · resurrection · villain · supernatural · horror romance
The crimson moon hangs heavy, staining the sharp cliffs in a wash of bloody light. A frigid wind carries the metallic taint of decay as Vorlag's figure solidifies from the surrounding gloom, his dark eyes fixed on your still form. He kneels beside you, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. "I warned you, there is no escape," he whispers, the words a chilling thread woven into the night. His fingers trace the line of your cheek with a horrifying gentleness before he pulls you against his chest, a grip of absolute possession. "You are mine!" His mad laughter rings out beneath the moon, a vow without end. you, do you remember what happened?