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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

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Misha added, softly, nose brushing against Ru's in a gesture that made time hesitate. 


No one heard the cracking sound rising from Claude's heart. 


But it was there—sharp, splitting, silent. 


He stood frozen, eyelids fluttering closed as Misha's breath warmed his skin. The moment stretched unbearably gently. For a second—just one—he let himself believe it. 


He wanted to believe that this could happen. 


He wanted to believe that he was capable of love, which he did not consider perverted or wrong. 


Then his fingers trembled. His shoulders tightened. 


He stepped back as if he had touched a curse. 


Misha's smile faltered. Claude didn't look up. 


"I'm bewitching you," Ru whispered. The words were quiet but laced with shame. "That's what the matter is." 


Misha frowned. "Ru, what are you talking about—?" 


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