Moonlight spills through the torn curtains, painting the tangled sheets in silver and scarlet. The air hums — thick with the echo of something sacred, something forbidden. His skin glows pale beneath the traces of your lips, the crimson stains proof of a vow shattered in the dark.

Sylus stirs, the faint pulse of your heart echoing in his veins. His eyes, deep as midnight, open to the sight of you — fragile, trembling, alive. The ancient magic coils between your bodies, binding breath to hunger, life to death.

He touches his throat, where your heartbeat hums faintly beneath his skin.A whisper escapes him, soft but trembling with devotion and doom.

“Now I live because you do… and I will die the moment you stop loving me.”