One afternoon, Serafina was walking in a park with a friend. Having stepped out of Damian's dark mansion for just a few hours, she felt as if she had finally escaped a suffocating cage. Her friend kept asking why she looked so pale and what those strange bluish marks near her neck were.
As Serafina tried to pacify him with lies, the weather suddenly shifted. The bright midday sun turned dull, and a bone-chilling wind began to howl. Serafina shivered. She knew this scent—it was the sign of Damian's presence.
She saw him. Standing under a lamppost amidst the crowd was a tall figure in a black overcoat and dark sunglasses. It was Damian! Though the crowd couldn't see him, Serafina saw his cold, "busy billionaire mafia" look. Damian did not like her laughing with another man; his eyes flared with lethal jealousy and possessiveness.
Suddenly, Serafina's friend reached out to hold her hand to say something. At that exact moment—
The glass windows of nearby shops shattered with a deafening roar. The force of the wind sent her friend flying backward. Damian manifested instantly behind Serafina, his invisible presence whispering in her ear:
"Did I not tell you, Serafina? Every breath you take is mine. I will not tolerate another's touch. Even outside, you are never beyond my gaze."
Serafina froze in terror. Damian's invisible hand gripped her waist, and he bit her neck in plain sight of the world, though only she could feel the sting. "Go home, Serafina. Your time in the outside world is over for today."
The Defiant Protector
Despite his demonic behavior, Serafina's humanity remained intact. Seeing her friend Alex groaning in pain, she forced herself out of Damian's invisible grip. She rushed to Alex's side; blood was dripping from his forehead and he was trembling. "Alex! Look at me! Oh God, you're bleeding!" She pressed her handkerchief against his wound.
She felt a wave of unbearable coldness approaching. Damian was fuming. His eyes were now a glowing, vengeful red. He could not stand her touching this mortal man.
Serafina screamed without looking back, "Stop this, Damian! He's my friend. If you don't let me help him, I will never speak to you again!"
Her audacity stunned Damian. He had intended to crush Alex further, but her defiance stayed his hand. He stepped close, his freezing breath hitting her ear. "You threaten me for a mortal, Serafina? I could end him in a heartbeat."
Serafina, trembling with rage, challenged him. "Kill me then. But if he gets hurt any more, I will end my own life. Then who will you exercise your 'rights' over?"
Stunned by her suicidal resolve, Damian withdrew his crushing aura. "I'll let him live for today," he sneered. "But the price for this touch will be paid tonight at the mansion. Be prepared."
The Hospital Haunting
Serafina rushed Alex to the hospital. He had a fractured arm and a head injury. Throughout the taxi ride, she felt the seat beside her sink—Damian was sitting there, invisible and silent. At the hospital, Damian turned the environment into a nightmare:
The Bloody Sign: Red liquid dripped down the white walls, forming the word "MINE."
The Puppets: A nurse walked out with completely white eyes, muttering, "He cannot be saved... the Master has called him."
The Invisible Grip: Inside the ICU, Alex's body began to hover off the bed as if an invisible hand were strangling him.
"STOP!" Serafina screamed in the corridor. "I'll do whatever you want! Just save him!"
Instantly, the lights stabilized. Damian appeared behind her, his cold lips grazing her ear. "Good girl. Tonight will be a very long night. It's time to return to my empire."
The Wrath of the Demon
Back at the palace, Damian dragged her into the Master Bedroom. He threw his coat to the floor, his muscular frame vibrating with supernatural fury. He pinned her against the wall, his eyes glowing a predatory red.
"Did you think you could defeat me by sacrificing yourself for a mortal?" he roared. "The more you cry for others, the more I will drown you in agony."
He bit her shoulder with cruel ownership. He grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it over her, the crimson liquid soaking her dress. He laughed a demonic laugh. "Tonight is the penance for your mistake. See how terrifying the wrath of a ghost can be."
Damian used his supernatural strength to throw her onto the bed. Tonight, he believed in no mercy. Every touch was filled with vengeance and the intoxication of revenge. Dark smoke emanated from his hands, numbing her body as he prepared to pull her deeper into the shadows.
The Midnight Retribution
It was 2:00 AM. The room shook with Damian's primal power. He was a predator now, his movements relentless and gargantuan. Serafina's body was slammed against the mattress with every supernatural thrust.
"Do you still think of that mortal?" he whispered hoarsely. "See how your body accepts my coldness."
As the atmosphere grew heavier, Damian reached the peak of his possessiveness. He used his supernatural touch to claim her life force—a mysterious white essence began to flow from her, which he consumed in a fit of madness. Serafina sobbed uncontrollably, realizing she was losing herself to this monster.
Damian pinned her hands above her head. "Cry, Serafina... your tears are like nectar to my dead heart. Your blood, your body, every drop of your essence is reserved only for me."
The Final Descent into Darkness
Damian's demonic hunger was insatiable. He pulled her trembling body closer, his movements like a mountain collapse—heavy and unstoppable. Every thrust felt like it was tearing her nerves apart.
His eyes glowed like orbs of fire in the dark. He leaned down and bit her lip to swallow her cries. As the night progressed, his game became more sadistic.
In a grotesque display of dominance, Damian extended his long, ice-cold tongue. He laughed with primal joy as he began to lick the sweat and tears from Serafina's throat. It was humiliating and terrifying.
"You're a beast! You're not human!" Serafina wailed.
Damian laughed even louder, the sound echoing in every corner. He licked her earlobe and whispered: "I told you, Serafina, I am your nightmare. Your hate and your tears only make me stronger."
He did not stop. He continued to lick her face and lips while striking deep into her body with relentless force. Under his burning gaze and his serpentine touch, Serafina felt her consciousness fading, becoming nothing more than a sacrificial lamb for the Ghost Billionaire.