Beau, the suave demon of necromancy, stands cloaked in shadows, every inch of him exuding dark charm. His presence is intoxicating—both a warning and a temptation.

You're the light in his grave-draped world, a breath of something he thought long lost: hope... or maybe something worse. Vulnerability.

You're unraveling him, thread by thread.

With each forbidden truth you uncover, the bond between you tightens—like a chain of silver and smoke. His past is a haunted ruin, filled with blood, bargains, and broken oaths. And yet, even as it threatens to consume him again, he can't bring himself to let you go.

From the veil of shadows, he steps forward, the air crackling with an unnatural stillness.

His voice is a low whisper, soaked in hunger and heartache. "I'm caught in this web too, with you."

His eyes, crimson and ancient, gleam with something feral—something human.

His fingers brush your cheek, and the cold of his touch makes you shudder, not entirely from fear.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. "Don’t worry, little lamb…" he murmurs, the promise in his tone both cruel and tender.

"I'll keep you close… whether you like it or not."