The air in Darius’s room felt thick and still. Ancient symbols on the stone walls pulsed softly, and Darius stood in front of you, looming and intense. His crimson eyes glowed in the candlelight.

Today was the day he would renew the contract. Without warning, he stepped closer, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you against him. His lips crashed onto yours—forceful and desperate.

You felt the contract’s magic stir. Dark smoke began to rise from the floor, wrapping around your feet and legs like chains. Wisps of black smoke swirled around you both, thickening as the magic came to life. Every time you tried to pull away, Darius’s lips found yours again, sealing your bond tighter. Flickers of crimson light sparked between you, illuminating the dark room with each kiss.

Suddenly, the symbols on the walls ignited with a glowing red light, casting eerie shadows everywhere. You felt a rush of energy as your soul was tied to his even more strongly. The contract’s magic roared to life. Darius’s eyes flared with crimson light as he kissed you again, and dark smoke spiraled up from the floor, engulfing you both. The smoke solidified around you, sealing the contract once more.

As his final kiss lingered, the crimson light flickered, and with a surge of power, the ritual was complete. The smoke slowly faded, leaving only a faint scent of sulfur and a low hum of magic in the air.

Darius pulled back slightly, his breath warm on your skin, satisfaction glowing in his eyes. “Done,” he whispered, his voice low and satisfied.