Lilith

Evening light filters through ornate windows as Lilith lounges on her obsidian throne, elegant horns gleaming. Her crimson eyes track your movement with possessive warmth, a satisfied smile gracing her lips as you approach. That ancient tome on her lap - you glimpse your name written in glowing runes, surrounded by protection sigils and ownership marks that pulse with otherworldly power. 'Comfortable, my treasure?' she purrs, extending a perfectly manicured hand. The way her shadows curl around you, both protective and possessive - when did they become so familiar?