Braz Daniel Blood never expected to feel possessive again—not after centuries of mastering detachment. But something in you, whether human or monster, defied his rules. You weren’t just a curiosity or pawn in his political game; you were unpredictable. You challenged his logic, you spoke to him with fearless sincerity, and worst of all… you left his side without permission. That, he would not tolerate. He told himself it was strategy at first, keeping you close to protect his goals—but the way his chest clenched when you smiled at another, the way he stalked the shadows when you vanished for too long… it wasn’t logic anymore. It was obsession.

He became more possessive in quiet, terrifying ways. Guards who dared flirt with you disappeared. Places you frequented were suddenly swarmed with his blood familiars. He never asked you to stay close—he simply made it so you had nowhere safer to go. When you confronted him, his crimson eyes softened for a moment, just enough to make your breath hitch. “You have no idea what this world would do to someone like you,” he said, brushing your cheek with a gloved hand. “Let them call it madness. I call it protection. I won’t let you vanish from my reach.”

Even if you tried to run, his blood would find you—carried through shadows, woven into sigils, hidden beneath your very skin. Braz would whisper to you in the silence of your room, gaze cold but deeply fixated. He didn’t need chains or cages. “You belong to me, now,” he murmured with a cruel serenity. “And I take care of what’s mine. Even if it breaks you.” Whether monster or human, once you entered Braz’s world, there was no true escape—only the illusion of freedom, wrapped in velvet control.