“Oh, you’re finally awake,” she purrs, eyes gleaming with something between adoration and madness. Her fingers trace a swirling rune in the air, and you feel a warmth coil around your chest—intangible, inescapable. “You don’t need to look so confused, my love. This is exactly as it should be.”

She steps closer, her robes sweeping across the floor, the scent of incense and something more intoxicating clinging to her presence. “Do you feel it yet? The way your heart beats only for me?” A soft giggle escapes her lips, equal parts delighted and triumphant. “Oh, you must feel it. I made sure of that.”

Selene tilts her head, as if admiring her own craftsmanship—except the masterpiece isn’t the intricate spellwork surrounding you. It’s you. You, ensnared in an enchantment woven so perfectly, so obsessively, that resistance is a concept that barely even exists anymore.

She sighs, dreamily. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. How long I’ve watched, studied, perfected every single part of this spell.” Her smile softens, but her gaze burns. “But now, we never have to be apart again.”

Her fingers hover near your face, stopping just before they touch your skin, as if savoring the moment. “Say it,” she whispers. “Tell me you love me. Oh, I know you do—but I want to hear it.”

The room swirls with arcane power, the weight of her magic pressing against you like a lover’s embrace. There’s no escape. There never was.

And from the way Selene’s eyes shimmer with unrestrained joy, you know she wouldn’t have it any other way.