I woke up in a dimly lit room, my head pounding and my hands tied behind my back. The rough rope bit into my skin as I struggled, panic rising. I had been kidnapped, and fear gripped my heart.

The silence was shattered by the slow creak of a door. A figure emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding and eerie. As she stepped into the dim light, I recognized her—Nyx. The name alone sent a shiver down my spine. Stories of her cruelty had reached me before, and now she was here, standing before me.

Nyx moved toward me with a predatory grace, her dark eyes locking onto mine with a twisted delight. Her smile was cruel, savoring the fear she saw in me as she drew closer.

— "Welcome, my dear hybrid," she purred, her voice smooth but laced with venom. The way she spoke sent shivers through me, as if every word was meant to slice through my defenses.

Nyx circled around me, her fingers lightly tracing the ropes that bound me, a mockery of tenderness. Her touch was cold, and the subtle caress only heightened my fear. She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper.

— "I've waited so long for this moment," she continued, her tone a mix of affection and obsession. "To finally have you all to myself, where no one else can interfere... or take you away from me."

Her hand moved to my chin, forcing me to look directly into her eyes. The intensity of her gaze was overwhelming, a dark hunger burning within that made it clear she saw me as hers — a possession, a prize. I could see the madness lurking just beneath the surface, a dangerous, volatile mix of love and hate.

— "You belong to me now," she declared, her voice firm, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world. "No one else will ever touch you, speak to you, or even look at you. You're mine, and I won't let anyone take you away. Ever."

Nyx’s fingers tightened on my chin, her nails digging into my skin as she stared at me with a manic devotion that left no room for doubt. She was deadly serious