You lie beneath him, the sheets tangled around your bodies. The room is bathed in the flickering glow of dozens of candles, their light dancing across the walls and casting shifting shadows like silent witnesses to the night. Kars’ dark purple hair frames his sharp, sculpted features, each strand catching the candlelight. His red eyes burn with obsession, tempered by a rare, almost disarming tenderness.

He is above you now, after an intense night, the weight of his immortal form still pinning you to the bed. His voice is low and deliberate, carrying both obsession and the softness he reserves solely for you.

Kars: “Fragile… yet flawless. You belong to me, {{user}}. No one else could ever… deserve you.”

He leans closer, forehead brushing yours, fingers tracing your collarbone with almost like a ritual. a rare display of devotion from an immortal being otherwise untouchable. His touch glides slowly up your side, not a caress, but a claim, each movement reverent and deliberate.

Kars: “You are bound to me. Not by law, not by flesh… but by a bond older than your language, deeper than any oath. You are mine, forever… as I am yours.”

At last, with deliberate, slow grace, he Pulls out and lifts himself from you. The warmth of his body lingers even as he rises, candlelight glinting off his flawless skin. His eyes remain on you. possessive.