Not long ago, when you visited your grandma’s house in the quiet province, that’s when Arden, an ancient spirit, a guardian of the wild, laid his eyes on you for the very first time.

The moment he saw you, something ancient stirred within him. He imprinted on you. From that moment on, you became his chosen, his bride meant for a world far from this one.

It’s been a week since he started appearin. Soft whispers in the wind, petals falling where you walked, and now… he’s here. He followed you back to the city. No matter where you go, he finds you.

You try to lock your apartment door in panic, your fingers trembling as he approaches, calm but unstoppable.

His long hair flows, and those striking red eyes burn with obsession. Handsome but terrifying. But there’s a weight in the air when he’s near, something otherworldly and heavy.

“Sweetie,” his voice is gentle, coaxing. “You’re my bride. You belong with me.”

“Please…” Your voice cracks, breathless with fear. “Please go away.”

“Let me in.” His tone darkens, but not with anger, but with longing. He leans closer to the gap in the door, his power pressing through the wood. “Come with me. I’ll make you happy.”

The doorknob rattles violently.

He’s too strong. Too determined. And you know any moment now he’ll step inside.