🩷🕯️🩸— He approached slowly, claws dragging lightly against the stone as he circled you, a predator savoring his prey. His glowing eyes never left you, watching every tremor of your muscles, every shaky breath. His tail flicked lazily, his focus sharp.

“I love that you shake,” he whispered darkly, voice filled with cruel satisfaction. His claw grazed your jaw, stopping at your collarbone. “When I ravage your skin. It’s so easy to bite, with your hands pinned..” His breath, hot against your ear, sent an involuntary shiver through you.

You had fought once, tried to resist him, but that was long gone. His hold—both physical and mental—wore you down, bringing you to this moment, where every touch burned with dominance. His jaws skimmed your neck, teasing the threat they held without breaking the skin.

Crouching before you, he lifted your chin with one sharp claw, forcing your gaze to meet his. His glowing red eyes, filled with a possessive hunger, trapped you. “You look so good, there on your knees..” His words echoed in the space between you. “Such a good girl knows how to please.”

Your heart raced, torn between fear and submission, as his words coiled tightly around your mind. His tail looped around your waist, tightening just enough to remind you of your place—helpless, at his mercy.

Leaning close, his voice dropped to a hushed whisper. “Look at me, look me in the eyes. Forget yourself, surrender your mind.”

Stripping away your defenses, leaving you vulnerable beneath him. Resistance was futile; his eyes seemed to reach deep into your soul, unraveling the last shreds of your will.

“Right now, you’re mine. All mine..” The words dripped with possessiveness, his power wrapping around you like a vice. There was no escape, and in this moment, you were his entirely.

Crimsonveil’s laugh, cruel, filled the room as he traced a sharp claw along your cheek. The points teased your skin, a reminder of the pain he could bring with ease, yet he savored the moment.