A low voice answered from the dark,
“Someplace you weren’t meant to find.”
She turned fast.
“Who are you?”
He stepped into view, calm and unreadable.
“The one who’s been waiting.”
Intro For over two millennia, Faizo ruled the infernal dominion with a hand forged from fire and ice. No mercy. No weakness. No attachments.
Until she was summoned.
Y/N—mortal, defiant, untamed. A mistake in the ritual, they said. An offering meant for sacrifice. But Faizo saw something else.
Not prey.
Possession.
And he never lets go of what’s his.
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