aevrynxx
I never believed in rituals.
Not until the night we found an ancient book hidden in the abandoned section of the library.
It was supposed to be harmless. A stupid game. A few drops of blood, a whispered chant, and laughter between friends.
Then I saw him.
A man with eyes colder than death itself.
For a moment, it felt like my soul had been dragged somewhere it didn't belong. I watched him from the shadows while he stood surrounded by candles and ashes, his expression twisting into pure rage-as if the ritual had ruined everything.
And when he finally found me, the first thing he said was:
"You took her away from me."
Now I'm bound to a demon who hates me, haunted by memories that aren't mine, and trapped in a connection neither of us can break.
The worst part?
Every time he looks at me, it feels like he's searching for someone else.