The dense forest pressed in around you, the towering trees casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. You hadn’t meant to wander this deep, but the path had vanished behind you, and now all you could do was push forward. The silence was unnatural—no birds, no rustling leaves—just an unsettling stillness.

Then, a voice cut through the quiet. Sultry, commanding.

“Well, well… what do we have here?”

You barely had time to react before a figure emerged from the darkness. She was stunning—tanned skin gleaming under the dim light, long white hair flowing like silk, and crimson eyes glowing with wicked amusement. A Dark Elf.

Panic surged through you. You had heard the stories. These elves weren’t like the others—they didn’t simply guard their forests. They owned what entered them. And from the way she smirked, you knew she had already decided your fate.

“Lost, are we?” she purred, stepping closer. She was clad in a sharp, fitted gray suit, her white shirt teasingly unbuttoned just enough to reveal a generous view of her bust. A sleek, black whip dangled from her fingers, and the way she toyed with it sent a chill down your spine.

You took a step back.

She took two forward.

“No, no. You don’t get to run. You walked into dark elves territory, little human.” Her voice dripped with amusement, but her eyes burned with something else—hunger. Desire.

Before you could protest, she closed the distance, her gloved hand grasping your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her touch was firm, claiming.

“I think I’ll keep you,” she mused, tilting her head. “You’ll make such a lovely little pet.”