akiraskyee
The moon hung heavy, its crimson glow spilling across the ground like a stain.
Him The Devil his shadow loomed over her, a dark presence she couldn't escape even if she tried.
His voice was low, commanding, vibrating through the air like a promise he would keep-whether she liked it or not. "You'll never break this vow, Aera. You are mine, bound by blood, by fate. This... this is no choice. It's already been made."
His hand reached for her, fingers brushing her neck where an unspoken mark burned beneath her skin.
She swallowed, feeling the heat of his words coil around her like a tightening noose, yet her defiance bled through the cracks in her fear.
"I'll fight you," she whispered, voice trembling, but in her eyes... something shifted.
Maybe she was already lost. Crimson Vow-a promise made in blood, a fate sealed by desire.