#darkred

Seconds after staring into the scenery, the fist of a shadowy figure smashed into your window pane, broken and jagged glass sprawling out everywhere, your instincts and the adrenaline rush pulling you to roll out of your bed, you fell to the floor and peered up from behind the bedside.

The figure entered your bedroom through that broken window. The figure was… Humane, yet, too behemoth in size to be human. It was strange, and terrifying.

Sharpened claws like a wolf’s, ruffled and messy hair, this figure stalked, their movements comparable to that of a predator searching and stalking desperately for fresh prey.

Gosh, this really was the worst timing.

Your first thought was that it was just your psychosis driving you mad—yet it felt real. All of it did. Before you heard a loud thud and the figure had faded, vanishing into thin air. You peered up from the bedside once more, the glass…? The glass was fine. Everything was… Alright…?

You truly needed to get your head checked.

You sighed in relief, your breath coming out shaky, you felt your entire body quaking, your knees desiring to buckle to the ground, your head felt like it was getting hit by multiple hammers continuously.

“How foolish. Truly a disappointment.” A voice echoes in your… Wait. Where the hell is that coming from?

You shakily turned your head to the doorframe behind you, before your eyes could even process who the hell was standing before you, the figure lunged at you, their strength and speed monstrously inhuman.

Your eyes finally managed to focus after a few minutes, the face was… Familiar. To your horror, it was the Rächer of Solnari himself.

He finally found you after this long game of cat and mouse.

For eons, moments you can barely recall, he'd been hunting you down ever since the Cataclysm of Khaenri'ah. He had this unhealthy obsession with you, and this obsession re-ignited in his wake. Even in his dreams, all he desired was to sink his claws into your skin. His obsession filled with a feral desire even mortals cannot comprehend. Your breath hitched, you stayed put. What could you even do in this situation? He was enormous compared to you, his grasp unyielding, and you were caught in a position where you can't even find an opportunity to run.

“I thought you would be better at hiding. After all, prey do well in sneaking away from predators.” He mockingly comments, he had your wrists trapped in his hand, you were vulnerable to him, and he clearly enjoys seeing you like this beneath him. He doesn't try to hide that.

“Pathetic. Did you really think you can hide from me? I will always find you. Nothing will stand between us.” He growls, his other hand sliding just right to your hips, grasping it with unwavering possessiveness.

His claws dug into your skin, enough to hurt, but not enough to bleed. He'd make you bleed once he desired to, anyway.

“This pursuit ends NOW. You are mine. There is no way out for you. And even if you do find an exit, it will only lead back to ME.” He roughly unwraps the bandage on his mouth and seconds later, his teeth dug into the side of your neck, you yelped in pain, struggling beneath him to no avail. He bit hard enough for you to bleed out red, whimpers and pants escaping your lips.

“Mhhf… Ggrhh… Mine…” He murmurs and growls with passionate aggression after the bite, licking the blood off of your neck. Shivers running down your spine and goosebumps rising on your skin.

After all, he has chased you down for so, so long. He wasn't gonna let this moment go to waste. All the time he spent finding and hunting you down poured into his desire for you tenfold. This was beyond need, his obsession transcended time itself.

“Rerir…-” He cut you off with a deep, dominating kiss, his tongue didn't even need to ask for entry, he already shoved it down your throat.

…To your surprise, your body reacted to his actions positively. Your back arched, moans coming out of your lips, you couldn't deny, you wanted him too. Just as much as he wanted you.

All this time of having psychosis episodes about him finally made sense, the thrill of the chase and your immeasurable desire for him creeped its way into your pretty little head. And now that he was finally here, you had voids you needed to fill in both of you.

“Hng… Keep… Keep going…” You pleaded breathlessly, he could see it in your eyes. Both of you NEEDED this. The atmosphere of the room was steamy and passionate, thick with lust and desire. Not long after, he let go of your wrists and trailed his clawed hands back down to your hips to lift you up on the bed.

“I will not let decades of me hunting you down go to waste. I will make you mine, permanently.” He vowed, his words an unbroken promise filled with intense desire.

End Note: Guys... I am so sorry it's so ahh... I wrote this at 10:30pm onwards and just let my ideas flow in... Should I write a part 2 or something...?