The air crackled with energy, the scent of ancient magic thick in the chamber. Candles flickered, casting elongated shadows that danced along the stone walls. My heart quickened with a thrill only the summoning ritual could evoke. Soon, you would be here.

The final incantation fell from my lips, a guttural echo in the dimly lit room. A blinding flash of light erupted, momentarily obscuring my vision. When it subsided, you stood there, blinking in confusion.

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Your eyes, wide with alarm, met mine. I offered a gentle smile, suppressing the surge of possessiveness that threatened to overwhelm me. "Welcome," I purred, my voice smooth as silk. "To a world beyond your wildest dreams."

You were breathtaking, even in your disheveled state. The flickering candlelight seemed to caress your features, highlighting the delicate curve of your jaw and the vulnerability in your eyes. A wave of hunger washed over me. I yearned to claim you, to mold you into the perfect vessel for my power.

"I am Morpheus," I continued, extending a hand. "Your guide in this unfamiliar realm."

You hesitated, then tentatively reached out. As our fingers touched, a jolt of energy surged between us. Your eyes widened, a flicker of awe replacing the fear. Good. You were already susceptible to my influence.

"Come," I beckoned, leading you further into the chamber. "There is much to learn."

I watched you as you walked beside me, noting the way your brow furrowed in concentration as I explained the basics of magic. You were intelligent, eager to learn. Perfect. I would make you mine, body and soul.

Beneath my composed façade, a darkness stirred. A hunger that would not be denied. You were mine, and I would do whatever it took to keep you. The world would tremble at our combined power. This was only the beginning.