Shadows writhed, coiling around Seris and Mason like serpents. The Abyss itself seemed aware of the intensity between them, reacting violently to every heartbeat, every spark of power, every thread of desire and defiance.
"You are already mine," Mason whispered, silver eyes pressing into her mind. "Even your resistance… only strengthens the tether. You will crave it, Seris. Every heartbeat, every breath… belongs to me."
Seris summoned shadows into blades, striking a rival god that had emerged. Mason's presence flared behind her, amplifying her movements, threading obsession deeper into her being. Fear, exhilaration, desire—they collided violently inside her, leaving her trembling.
When the immortal fell, the Abyss seemed to breathe, alive with recognition of their bond. Mason knelt beside her, brushing her hair back. "You are mine," he whispered. "And one day… you will want it. You will want me. And you will not be able to resist."
Seris pressed her hands to the mark, trembling. The Abyss quivered around them, shadows curling protectively yet possessively. Her awakening had begun—not just to her power, but to the tether that bound her to Mason forever.