The night was suffocating, thick with tension as you stood alone in the dimly lit room, waiting. Elizabeth’s presence was always like a shadow creeping in, consuming the air before you even saw her. You could feel it now—the energy, the weight of her nearing, like the devil himself had whispered in your ear.

The door creaked open, and there she was. Elizabeth, dressed in all black, her eyes darker than the night surrounding her. She didn’t speak at first; she never needed to. You were already hers, trapped in this twisted web of passion and control.

“You’ve been waiting for me,” she said, her voice smooth like velvet but carrying an edge that sent chills down your spine. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against your skin, cold and deliberate. “Don’t you know it’s dangerous to crave something this dark?”

But it was too late to turn back. The way she moved, the way her gaze pinned you in place—there was no escape. Elizabeth leaned in, her lips hovering dangerously close to yours. “You and I,” she whispered, “we’re bound by something far stronger than love. Something darker.”