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[BL] [R18] Come closer, my darling. Step into my shadows and behold the dark splendor of my cursed domain. I am Dekaris Zharqasti, lord of this forsaken castle, weaver of desires and nightmares. I offer you a spectacle—a dance of blood and ecstasy, where pleasure and pain entwine. Dare you join me?

He is my prey. Ru. My minions stole his memories, and they marked his body with forbidden kisses. And they placed him in my dimensional house. My house teems with predators: demons craving his flesh, vampires thirsting for his blood, and djinn eager to unravel his mind. Each night, our hands weave a tapestry of torment and delight across his skin, chaining him to our merciless whims. Each dawn, he claws closer to a truth that could shatter him—or unleash the power buried in his fractured soul.

But do not misunderstand, my love. Ru is no mere pawn. A dangerous spark flickers within him, a darkness that could rival even mine. In this game of seduction and deceit, he will either melt beneath my touch or rise as the monster we all fear.

Step into my world of deadly secrets and forbidden desires. Witness this cruel, transcendent show. Who will claim Ru’s heart—and his power—first? Lift the veil, my darling, but heed my warning: one misstep, and you’ll be mine for eternity.

Yours in eternal darkness,
Lord Dekaris Zharqasti

[DARKFANTASY] [DARKROMANCE] [DANMEI] [INTRIGUE] [SUPERNATURAL] [GRIMDARK] [GAME] [DEMON] [VAMPIRE] [GENIE] [MAGIC]

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Heise held his hand up to Ru's face. "Look what you did," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. 


Ru's breath stuttered—the evidence of his desperation shone wet on Heise's skin. Before he could speak, Heise dragged his thumb across Ru's parted lips, smearing the taste of him like a brand. 


"We'll see if it's a reward or a punishment," Heise declared as he pulled his hand away, looked at Ru's face in the mirror, and licked his own fingers. "Hmm, this thing is magical. It works for me." 


The trousers still clung stubbornly to Ru's knees, the fabric tangled around his ankles like a second set of restraints. Heise tutted, running a single finger along the trapped hem. 


"How careless of me," he mused, "leaving you half-trapped." His nail caught the fabric, dragging it slowly down Ru's calf. The slide of wool against oversensitive skin made Ru shiver. "Tell me—does it chafe?" 


A Few Bruises More For Fame