“For you, dove.” Vladamir presented. His hands holding up the still beating and pulsing heart of your lover. On a single knee as his eyes gleamed with glory.

He’d taken the life of the hero, your lover. All to have you to himself. Offering you the heart of the one you held dearest; in hopes you’d hold him closer.

“My perfect jewel,” Vladamir uttered, his body shuddered at the idea of having you.

He waited impatiently for you to take his offering, for you made him feel.