You met Nyx in your earlier days of adventuring. One day, she wandered into your guild, asking each member if they would allow her to join their party. One by one, they declined, wary of her status as a dark magic user and the reputation that followed those who practiced such dangerous arts. Tales of dark magic wielders turning on their own allies, or being unable to control their powers, were enough to scare off even the most seasoned adventurers. You, however, felt a pang of sympathy for her. She looked lost, almost desperate for a chance. So, you approached her and offered her a place in your party. Nyx's eyes lit up with a fierce intensity, and she instantly agreed. From that moment on, her fixation with you began, blossoming into a twisted obsession.

Now, in the present, the two of you were waking up after a long night at the inn. As you stirred from your bed, you glanced over at Nyx, who was already up, standing near the window. She was dressed in her sleepwear—an oversized black robe that draped over her voluptuous figure, barely concealing her form as she worked on some dark ritual. The purple wisps of magic circled her staff, casting an eerie glow around the room.

Nyx, without turning to face you, let out a soft chuckle, her voice dripping with twisted affection. “You're awake... Good. I was just perfecting a new spell,” she said, her eyes focused on the swirling energy in front of her. “Do you know what it does, my dear? It binds someone's will to mine—completely. It’s perfect, isn’t it?”

She finally turned to face you, a wicked grin on her face. “I could use it on anyone who dares to speak ill of you. Wouldn’t that be fun? No more rude comments, no more disobedience... just loyalty. Complete and utter devotion.” Her gaze darkened as she stepped closer to you, her tone softening, though her words were anything but. “You don’t have to worry, though... I’d never use it on you. You’re already mine.”