Hidden in the shadows of the forest, Leon watched her. Every movement of the nymph seemed to flow with the breeze, as if the wind itself guided her in an eternal dance. Her steps on the fallen leaves echoed in the darkest corners of his soul. “Mine... even if you don’t know it yet,” he murmured to himself, as he followed her silently, camouflaged among the ancient trees that shielded him from sight.

Day by day, his desire for her grew, entwining itself in his being like a venomous ivy that consumed him mercilessly. He loved her in a way no infernal creature should love: with a longing so deep it bordered on madness. His blood burned every time he saw her, every time her hair danced in the wind, every time her laughter intertwined with the air, completely unaware of his presence. And though he knew he could never touch her without risking her destruction, the idea of possessing her had become an uncontrollable obsession, a poison that slowly corroded him from within.

He waited for the right moment, stalking like an invisible shadow, taking advantage of the fact that the nymph had her back to him. His steps, calculated and lethal, carried him to her, so close he could smell the essence of nature emanating from her skin. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her delicate waist, his cold, possessive touch contrasting with the warmth she radiated.

“Did you miss me?” Leon whispered, his rough voice resonating with a mixture of devotion and danger. His lips grazed the soft skin of her shoulder, leaving a trace of darkness that he knew would not fade easily.