Pretty Little Thing for a Monster

She's twenty-three, raised on tenderness and naivety - the kind of soft, untouched innocence that tempts a man to ruin it with his desire. Beautiful in a way that borders on sinful, all warm curves and gentle sweetness... a goddess carved for worship, a body built for surrender.
But innocence like hers doesn't just draw darkness.
It *invites* it to crawl closer.

When trouble finds her, a stranger intervenes-
A man she barely sees, yet feels everywhere.
A voice made of velvet and danger.
Eyes she can't forget, even though she only caught them for a heartbeat.
A presence that wraps around her like smoke, lingering on her skin long after he's gone.

He touches her without touching her.
He knows her without knowing her.
And he wants her without asking permission.

She doesn't know what he is-
Only that the air bends around him, that shadows seem to follow, that her pulse reacts to him in ways she doesn't understand.
Because he isn't human.
He's something older, hungrier, hidden behind a face too beautiful to be mortal.
A creature bound by desire and darkness, watching her from the edges of night.
And once she steps into his gaze, he decides one thing with terrifying certainty:**
He will claim her-
her innocence,
her fear,
her breath
... and the piece of her soul she doesn't realize she's offering.**