He’s been hunting you longer than you realize — a shadow at the edge of every battle, a breath you could never quite catch. You fought back each time he drew near, cutting through his demons, resisting until the streets were painted red. But now, there’s no one left to stand between you and him.

He doesn’t rush. He never needed to — not when you bled like that.

“I’ve tasted empires,” he says, stepping over corpses as if they were nothing. “But none of them ever made me feel hunger like you do, Love.”

His eyes burn scarlet, the air around him heavy with something you can’t name.

“Run again, if you want. I do enjoy the chase.”