Seris moved cautiously through the Abyss, shadows bending to her will yet reacting to Mason's obsessive presence. The mark burned violently, a constant reminder of the tether binding them together. Each heartbeat carried his obsession, threading into her mind, suffocating yet intoxicating.
"You are bold," Mason whispered from the darkness, silver eyes stormy. "Every act of defiance, every spark of power… strengthens the tether. You are mine, even when you resist."
Seris summoned shadow blades, striking a rival immortal that had emerged from the depths. Mason's presence flared, amplifying her strength while threading obsession deeper into her being. She shivered at the intimacy, at the pull she could neither deny nor resist.
"When you fight, every strike… every defiance… only binds you tighter to me," Mason murmured, leaning close, shadows curling around them. "And one day… you will want this. You will want me."
The Abyss seemed to pulse in recognition, alive with their bond. Seris realized she could defy, she could resist—but she could never escape. Mason's obsession, the tether, and the Abyss itself had fused into an inescapable chain.