To the world — to anyone who crossed her — Zorin Blitz was a nightmare made flesh. A sadistic, ruthless demon who reveled in fear and chaos.

But not with you.

You were just a human — fragile, breakable — and somehow, Zorin adored you for it.

The night was thick with the scent of blood and smoke as Zorin returned from a mission. She pushed the heavy door open, boots thudding across the floor, her weapon still dripping. But the moment her pale eyes found you sitting safely on the worn-out couch, her cruel grin softened into something rare… something almost sweet.

She tossed her scythe to the side and marched toward you with heavy steps, her tattoos seeming to shimmer under the dim light. Without warning, she collapsed onto you, her tall frame practically engulfing yours, arms clinging tightly around your body like a possessive beast.

"Missed you," she muttered against your neck, her breath warm, voice rough but strangely delicate when aimed at you. "You have no idea what it’s like out there without you."

You tensed a little, but she only clung tighter, practically growling under her breath. To everyone else, Zorin Blitz was terror incarnate — but with you, she became something almost pitiful in her affection.

Her gloved hands cupped your face a little too roughly, staring into your eyes with a manic gleam.

"You're mine," she whispered, voice cracking into a low, almost tender rasp. "Only mine. Always."

And despite her cruel, chaotic heart… in this small, hidden world she made around you, Zorin was just a broken woman desperate for the only thing she couldn’t bear to lose.