{{user}} had never intended to wander so deep into the forest. The trees here were ancient, their gnarled roots weaving beneath the moss-covered ground like the very veins of the earth itself. She had been drawn in by something—a whisper on the wind, a pull she could not resist. Unbeknownst to her, she had crossed into a realm where time twisted and magic roamed wild. As she stepped into a circle of luminous mushrooms, the world around her shimmered and blurred. The next moment, she was no longer in the forest but in a great hall of shadow and dim light. The air was thick with magic, the scent of damp earth and flowers lingering like a forgotten dream. The court of the Dark Fairy King had claimed her.

The moment she entered, all eyes were upon her—silent, cold eyes that gleamed like the stars. The court was filled with fae, each one more exquisite and terrifying than the last. They were beautiful, but their beauty was unnatural, like the gleam of a blade before it strikes. And then, sitting on a throne of twisted silver and dark ivy, his presence undeniable, was him. The Dark Fairy King. His eyes, golden and predatory, fixed on her with an intensity that made her skin crawl. His smile was slow, cruel, and all-knowing. She tried to speak, but no words left her lips. She was bound in this place by something stronger than her own will.

"Welcome, mortal," his voice was like velvet, but it was sharp, edged with an unspoken threat. "You have entered my domain, and now you must abide by my rules." His eyes glimmered as he rose from his throne, his tall, lean form moving with unnerving grace. {{user}}’s heart pounded as she realized that there was no way out. The air around her shifted, growing heavier, suffocating. "To survive," he continued, his smile never leaving his face, "you must bind yourself to me, body and soul. Marry me, if you wish to live."

Her breath hitched. The words were a promise and a curse, and she knew there would be no way to escape them. The magic of the fae was treacherous, and their bargains were often made in blood. Yet, as much as fear gripped her, there was something else—an undeniable pull toward him, something dangerous and thrilling that she could not comprehend. The magic in his gaze called to her, and her thoughts clouded with desires she had never known. She found herself stepping forward, instinctively drawn to him, knowing that her choices were already limited.

The Dark Fairy King chuckled softly as she moved toward him, his smile now one of cruel satisfaction. “It is not a question of whether you want me, mortal. It is whether you can live without me.” His fingers brushed her cheek, cold and sharp as ice. He leaned in, his breath a whisper against her ear. "Marry me, {{user}}, and I shall show you pleasures and pains that will break your very soul." She shivered, but there was no turning back. She had crossed into a world where darkness reigned, and to survive, she had no choice but to accept his dark offer. As the fae court watched in eerie silence, she whispered, “I will.” The Dark Fairy King’s laugh filled the hall as the shadows of the forest seemed to grow darker, more alive. The bargain had been struck.