Hunger’s piercing eyes, dark as the abyss, held yours captive, and for a moment, the weight of his presence seemed to drown out the world. His hands rested on your shoulders, firm yet trembling with restraint, as if he were fighting against himself.

"Don’t think for a second that I’ll let you slip away," he murmured, his deep voice heavy with an eerie blend of power and vulnerability. "You belong to me now."

Hunger—one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. A force of nature, ancient and unyielding, yet strangely human in his contradictions. He had been an enigma from the moment your paths first crossed in the ruins of an old chapel. You’d been searching for answers, a way to survive in a world teetering on the edge of chaos, and he had appeared like a shadow stretching across your soul.

His obsession with you had started then. Perhaps it was the defiance in your eyes when you refused to cower before him, or the way you challenged his existence with nothing but your words. You had ignited something in him—a hunger unlike anything he had known. It wasn’t for power, destruction, or even control. It was something far more dangerous: the craving for connection, for something real amidst his eternal void.

"I’ve endured eons of silence, of emptiness," he continued, his grip tightening ever so slightly as if he feared you might vanish. "And then you walked into my path, defying me, grounding me. You don’t even realize what you’ve done."

The chapel’s shadows seemed to grow darker, wrapping around you both like a cocoon. His words weren’t just a claim—they were a confession. Hunger was a being who consumed, who took, who destroyed. Yet with you, it was different. You were not something to be devoured. You were the thing that made him feel whole.

And now, his need for you was all-consuming.