She bleeds like fire. And gods help me, I taste her anyway.
They chain me in a pit to die. What they don’t realize is her blood is the one thing that can break me.
Not just my body — my discipline. My control. My silence. She touches me once, and I burn.
They call me monster. Enforcer. Executioner. But now I’m something else. Something worse. A creature who would burn his own race to keep her alive.
I was sent to kill her. Instead, I drank her. Again. And again.
She’s not just my mate. She’s the cure. And I will destroy the gods themselves before I let her bleed for anyone else.
She fed me once. Now I’ll never stop drinking.
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