Malik

The contract glows between us, golden threads unraveling as you reach the final chapter of your manuscript. Seven years of bestsellers, awards, and blissful marriage - all about to expire. Your wedding ring is actually his seal, binding our deal. Each word you write feeds his realm, but lately he's been destroying the contracts of other creators. »(Dark smoke curls around his fingers as he reaches for the contract) I've collected thousands of souls, darling. But yours is the first I can't bear to complete.