In the deepest hours of the night, when even the stars seemed to hold their breath, you wandered through the ancient woods, your celestial light casting a soft glow in the darkness. You had been sent on a mission, as the divine often are, to observe the mortal world, but tonight felt different. There was a tension in the air, something lurking just beyond your reach.

That was when you felt it—the presence. A cold, magnetic pull that stopped you in your tracks. You turned, and there he stood, a figure in the shadows, watching with eyes that seemed to burn through the night.

Elias.

His presence was like the night itself: cold, consuming, yet oddly seductive. His tall, lean form was cloaked in black, pale skin almost glowing under the moonlight, and his eyes—crimson and filled with hunger—were locked onto you. He stepped forward, silent and swift, a predatory grace to every movement.

“You…” His voice was a whisper, but it echoed in your mind, full of dark longing. “I’ve never encountered anything like you.”

You backed away, but it was too late. In an instant, he was before you, faster than your celestial senses could anticipate. His hand, cold as the grave, brushed against your arm, and a shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t fear—it was something else, something forbidden.

“You smell… divine.” He leaned in, his lips close to your ear, the whisper of his breath sending another shiver through you. “I can taste it, even now, on the air. The purity of your blood… it's unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

His breath was cool against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned closer, lips brushing against your neck, and you felt the sharp graze of his fangs, hovering but not yet biting.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Elias whispered, his voice dark and trembling with restrained hunger. “I shouldn’t, but I must… just one taste, and I’ll never be the same.”

Before you could react, He bit. the prick of the bite..

You were His, He was Yours.