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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]

The Baddest

Dekaris took another step, his gloved fingers trailing along the back of the divan. The leather creaked under his grip—too tight. 


"Such a lively party," he mused, his gaze raking over Ru's exposed thighs, the wine-dark stain spreading across the chiffon veil. 


As he instinctively shielded himself, Ru's gilded bracelets shivered—a futile gesture given the purpose of his entire outfit. The thin veil clung to his skin, transparent as regret, leaving nothing to Dekaris' imagination. 


Heise's claws flexed on Ru's shoulder, a silent warning. "Dekaris," he drawled, "meet our guest." There was a pause, sharp as a scalpel, before he added, "Ru volunteered for tonight's... entertainment." 


Dekaris' smile widened. "Did he?" He crouched suddenly, eye-level with Ru. "Then why," he whispered, "do you taste like panic?" 


Ru's pulse fluttered like a trapped bird caught under fangs. 


Lord Dekaris Licks Ru's Fear