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Her Dark Obsession

A Dark Fantasy Romance

Prologue: The Unseen Watcher

The night air was thick with magic. Lucian stood in the shadows, watching her. He had watched her for years, unseen and unnoticed, his presence lingering in the corners of her world.

Sophia was human—or so she thought. Living a normal life, laughing with her friends, excelling in school, and basking in the love of her foster parents. She was perfection wrapped in innocence, oblivious to the dark forces that circled her, waiting for her awakening.

And now, the time had come.

Her transformation was beginning.

Lucian clenched his fists. He knew what this meant. Every supernatural being that felt the surge of her power would come for her—some to worship, some to kill, and others, like him, to claim.

She was his fated mate. The prophecy was clear. And yet, she didn’t know him. Not yet.

But she would.

Her Dark obsession

Sophia's heart pounded as Lucian led her through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The torches flickered with an eerie glow, casting long shadows against the cold stone walls. The night air was thick with the scent of burning firewood and something else—something ancient and intoxicating. Her body still hummed from the overwhelming sensations of her newfound power, her wings itching to emerge once more.

Lucian's grip on her wrist was firm but careful, as if he was holding something precious, something fragile. "You're safe here," he murmured, his voice deep and soothing, yet laced with an edge of tension. "No one can touch you while you're under my protection."

Sophia swallowed hard, her mind whirling with the events of the past hours. She had barely come to terms with the truth of her heritage, the power surging within her veins, and now she was in a foreign world filled with creatures that both feared and revered her. She could feel their eyes on her, hidden in the shadows, whispering, waiting.

Lucian suddenly halted before a towering wooden door, pressing his palm against the intricate carvings. The runes embedded in the wood pulsed with energy, responding to his touch. With a low creak, the door swung open, revealing a grand chamber bathed in soft candlelight. A large, ornate bed sat at the center, draped in silken sheets of crimson and gold.

Sophia hesitated at the threshold. "Is this… my room?"

Lucian nodded. "Yes. No one will disturb you here."

A lump formed in her throat. The weight of everything crashed down on her. She was in an unfamiliar world, surrounded by beings she barely understood. The only constant in this chaos was Lucian. She turned to him, her eyes searching his face. "And you? Where will you be?"

Something about the way he said it sent a shiver down her spine. There was an unspoken promise in his gaze—one of protection, possession, and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

Before she could say anything more, the door creaked shut, leaving her alone in the candlelit chamber. Sophia exhaled sharply, moving toward the bed. As she sank into the soft sheets, exhaustion pulled at her, but sleep did not come easily. Her mind replayed the way Lucian looked at her, the intensity in his eyes, the way his presence wrapped around her like an unspoken vow.

Outside, the wind howled, carrying with it the whispers of a destiny she was only beginning to understand.

Chapter 26: Flickering Lights