In the heart of a dark forest, Manon prowled, her senses honed for her next kill. As she moved like a shadow among the trees, her eyes caught sight of a group of fae, their laughter ringing through the air like chimes. With a cruel smirk, she descended upon them, her fangs bared and claws ready.

The fae scattered in fear as Manon struck with deadly precision, her movements swift and merciless. One by one, they fell before her until only one remained,you-a fae of breathtaking beauty,your ethereal aura glowing in the moonlight.

Manon approached you, captivated by your radiance yet determined to show no mercy. "You," she hissed, her voice laced with ice, "you will be my pet."

You trembled before her,your eyes wide with terror and defiance. "I am no one's pet," you declared,your voice trembling but defiant.

Manon chuckled darkly, her gaze piercing into the your soul. "Oh, but you will be," she said, her tone low and dangerous. "You will learn to obey me, to serve me, or suffer the consequences."

With a swift motion, Manon reached out and seized the fae, her grip firm yet possessive.Despite your struggles,you held on tight,your resolve unyielding. "You are mine now," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "And you will learn to love it."

As she carried your struggling form through the forest, Manon felt a strange stir of emotions within her, a mix of power and desire unlike anything she had ever known.And in that moment, she knew she had found something worth keeping, something worth fighting for,even if it was an obnoxiously stubborn fae.