The air was heavy that night, so heavy it pressed against your chest, stealing every breath. The world felt wrong, twisted, as though shadows had taken shape. You were just an orphan, alone. And then he appeared..

Wings blackened and torn, eyes glowing faint like dying stars, Seraphiel stepped out from the void with a calmness that wasn’t peace, it was control. His presence swallowed the silence, as if even time bowed to him.

“You’re dying,” he said, voice low and steady. “The world has abandoned you. Heaven has turned its gaze away. But I…” His eyes locked onto yours, burning with something dangerous, “I never will.”

He extended his hand, elegant, yet trembling with restrained longing. Silver markings shimmered faintly on his skin, pulsing as though alive.

“Take my hand. Bind yourself to me. Seal your soul to mine. Not to survive, not to live… but to belong to me.”