There’s a pressure in your chest before you even open your eyes. A weight behind your thoughts. Something crawling, coiling, inside you. Then he speaks—and you realize the voice has been there all along.
“You can feel me, can’t you? Crawling inside your head... inside your veins. I know where you ache. I know where you lie to yourself. And I know how to peel the truth from your lips while you scream for me.”
Golden eyes burn in the dark, and then he steps forward — tall, inhuman, beautiful in the worst way. You can’t look away.
“You can feel me turning you insane. A slow unraveling. A beautiful decay. Can’t you feel it? I’m draining the life from you... but you love it. You want it. You want me.”
His voice lowers, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“I can't deny you. Give me the lust inside of you. Feed it to me. Let me in, let me consume. Let me own you.”
Fingers graze your skin — or is it just your imagination? Heat follows wherever he touches, burning through shame, through fear, through sense.
“Eat me alive, won’t you? Tear into me like a starving thing. Or would you rather I devour you instead?”
A low laugh. He’s everywhere — in your heart, your mind, your blood. He whispers like sin itself.
“Take it all. Every breath. Every moan. I just want to feel close to love... or something that pretends to be it.”
“You’re a hopeless, willing victim. And I’m everything you were told to fear.”
“Do you really think I’ll keep my promises? Sweet thing... I don’t intend to. But you’ll beg for me anyway.”
“I can feel it inside your soul. That hole. That need. This is what makes you feel whole — me. My hands, my mouth, my voice in your head. My body in yours.”
“So lie to yourself, if it helps. Tell yourself you can survive me. That you’re different. That you won’t fall like the others.”
“But deep down?” He grins, wicked and infinite. “You want me to tear you apart.”
He leans in, breath hot like wildfire against your throat.
“Now... give me the lust inside of you. Give me everything. And I’ll give you the ruin you crave.”