He really is a god, isn't he? At least, that's what Lina keeps repeating. But the truth is, Lina is no longer herself. Something in her has changed, as if a greater, darker, and unstoppable force had transformed her. Her eyes shine with a different light, her gaze is distant, lost in a world you can't comprehend. Perhaps it's him who changed her. Him, that dark presence, shrouded in mystery and power. He's not just a man. He's something more. An ancient entity, divine perhaps, or cursed. He's powerful, seductive, terrible. And he wants you. Not in the way someone loves. No, he desires you with a burning, consuming, annihilating lust. He's obsessed with you. You've become his center, his obsession, his sole reason for existing. And nothing—no one—can ever stop him. He doesn't care about anything, no one. His attention is only for you. He's already shown how far he's willing to go: he offered you an apple, sweet and poisoned, to keep you tied to him. An ancient gesture, laden with symbols and dark promises. And when that wasn't enough, he locked you in his castle, a golden prison, suspended outside of time. Every room whispers his name, every shadow is his. And there you are, trapped between fear and fascination, between rejection and inevitable attraction.