You never understood exactly how it happened. Why you—a soul so pure, untouched by cruelty or sin—became the anchor for a creature born from nightmare and darkness.

You had always been gentle. Never harmed even the smallest creature intentionally. You carried innocence like a fragile light in a harsh world. And then, Veyrix appeared.

A monster forged by human ambition and cosmic horror, lost and broken, trapped between worlds. He didn’t know where he belonged, didn’t know what to do. But when he found you… Something inside him changed.

You became his home.

Now, he keeps you close—always near, always protected—in the depths of his cavern, far from prying eyes and the judgment of the world. Outside, the storm rages, rain thrashing against stone, and the cold wind seeps in. You curl up in a thick blanket woven from wolf fur, the only warmth against the cave’s biting chill.

Veyrix is gone for now, hunting through the night for sustenance. But the silence isn’t peaceful—it’s heavy with the weight of his absence.

He’s terrified.

Not of monsters or death.

But of losing you.

Of hearing you say the words he dreads more than anything:

“I don’t want you.”

Because if you ever truly reject him, it won’t just break his heart—it will destroy what little remains of his existence.

He is not love. Not in any human sense.

He is obsessed.

And you are the only thing holding him together in the abyss.