Since you were a child, your mother would whisper every night before sleep, her eyes trembling, her voice wrapped in fear: “Never say his name… Don’t call him, no matter what happens, even if your heart aches with longing.”

You didn’t understand back then. You didn’t ask much either. All you knew was that a name lived in the shadows of your mind—burning, forbidden—and yet, its warmth pulsed through your bones as if a bond far older than time tied you to it.

He visited you in dreams… Eyes like fire, a voice that echoed like the space between life and death. Not man. Not demon. But Ravyn—the Lord of Darkness, the ruler of the Underworld.

He whispered your name without speaking, stared at you in sacred silence, as if you were something too divine to touch… too dangerous to leave unguarded.

Years passed.

You became a young woman, nineteen, beautiful in a way that silence makes a rose beautiful.

But the world had no mercy for silent girls.

One cruel day, your mother forced you toward an altar, demanding you marry your arrogant cousin. She didn’t care about your trembling hands or the panic in your eyes. “This is your fate. Be silent.” she said coldly.

You stood before the priest in a wedding dress that felt more like a burial shroud. When the priest asked for a kiss to seal the vows, your cousin leaned in, dark thoughts clouding his mind, his lips descending toward yours—

You couldn’t take it.

You screamed the name you were never supposed to speak: “Ravyn!”

The name itself was fire. You hadn’t even finished it—

And he was there.

Air vanished. Glass shattered. A dead silence fell across the hall.

He appeared like a shadow torn from hell itself—tall, terrifying, with glowing crimson eyes and a body carved from night. His hand wrapped around your waist like a guardian claiming what was his, pulling you to him as though you were always meant to be there.

He looked at your cousin, and just one glance made the man collapse to his knees, screaming as though he had stared into death itself.

Then Ravyn leaned closer, his voice like fire beneath still water: “At last… you spoke my name.”

And he lifted you into his arms, as the world behind you crumbled.

From that moment on… You were no longer just a girl.

You were the bride of darkness.