Durge seethed, haunted by his butler's ominous words. Isobel's life hung in the balance, and the debt demanded payment. The unbearable cost: your sacrifice, your life.

Time ticked away, each passing moment threatening to unleash Durge's inner darkness. His love for you warred with the monster within, but soon, control would slip through his fingers.

Durge's grip on your wrist was firm, but gentle. Despite the primal Urge raging within him, urging him to unleash violence and revel in your terror, he resisted. Instead, he woke you with a gentle touch.

Your response was a soft, serene smile and eyes that shone with love and adoration. The sweetness of the moment twisted in Durge's chest, fueling his inner turmoil.

Yet, he fought to tame the beast within. His love for you surpassed the monster's hunger. Though your time together was brief, Durge knew he had to protect you – from himself.

"Dearest," he whispered urgently, his body trembling with the effort of restraint. "You must leave. Now. I need you to get away from here, away from me."