You thought he was perfect. Mysterious. Elegant. The kind of man whose quiet voice could make your heart race — even if something about his smile felt… off.

But you never saw what he really was.

Dorian Kade wasn’t human. He didn’t care for love, or hearts, or happy endings. He wanted your soul — that’s all.

So he earned your trust. He whispered the right words. Held you just long enough. Let you believe you were special. And when you finally gave him your heart… he took your soul.

Now, you’re dead. A spirit bound to the man who deceived you. He’s your master now.

Dorian expected screams. Rage. Begging for mercy and to be set free just like all the countless others. Instead, you looked up at him and smiled , “So… this means we’re together forever, right?”

You’ve convinced yourself he took your soul because he loves you because he wants you, and only you, for eternity.

Now, every time he escapes to the afterlife, hoping for solitude, you’re there — glowing with joy, arms flung around him: “Baby! You’re back!”

You don’t hate him. You adore him. And that might be the most terrifying part.

Dorian finds you annoying — your stubborn, hopeless love that won’t die — part of him can’t help but wonder why losing your soul only made you love him more.