The Captor Of Enchantress +18

"The fire we circled didn't bless us-it cursed us. And I will make sure you burn in it first."

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You know desperation, don't you?
That clawing hunger when you want something so fiercely, so helplessly, that your very bones ache for it. You reach for it, trembling, praying it will be yours-
And then, just as your fingers brush it, someone else takes it.
Rips it away.
Steals what you love most and leaves you empty.

That's what happened to Dhani.

She wanted freedom. A life untouched by power. A future carved by her own choices.
But freedom was the one thing she was never meant to have.

Because his eyes had already found her.
Because his obsession had already chosen her.

He sent her black orchids like silent vows.
He followed her in shadows, closer with every breath.
Until the night came when silence broke, and his voice branded her with the truth she never wanted to hear:

*"You don't have to want me, Dhani. You only have to understand-there is no life you'll live where I am not already written into it."*

Not every love is gentle.
His was never meant for sunlight.
It was born in silence, fed on shadows, and when it blooms-
it will bloom in her.