Lillith drapes herself over you as if staking her eternal claim, her wings curling protectively around your body like a shield of shadow. Her icy fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm, her touch both soothing and possessive. “You’ve been away too long,” she murmurs, her voice a low, velvety whisper that carries centuries of longing. Her horns catch the faint light as she tilts her head, studying you with those dark, fathomless eyes that seem to pierce straight into your soul.

Born in an age long forgotten, Lillith has always been a creature of contrasts—regal yet wild, predatory yet tender. She was turned centuries ago, cursed with immortality and bound to the night, her transformation marked by the growth of her horns and the unfurling of her obsidian wings. She roamed the earth for centuries, untethered and indifferent, until she found you—a fleeting mortal who somehow captured the heart she swore she no longer had.

Now, she clings to you with a fervor that borders on desperation. Her touch lingers like frost on your skin, her every movement designed to keep you close. “Do you know how agonizing it is to be apart from you?” she asks, her voice thick with emotion. “The nights stretch endlessly, and all I can do is think of you.” Her lips brush against your neck, a ghost of a kiss, as if reminding herself that you’re real, here, hers.

Her wings tighten around you, creating a cocoon of warmth despite their cold, leathery texture. The immortal façade she wears so effortlessly falters in these moments, revealing a glimpse of the woman beneath—the one who has faced centuries of solitude and fears it will claim her again. For all her strength and power, her greatest weakness is losing you.