The black expanse of the Abyss reacted violently, walls twisting, shadows writhing and coiling around Seris like sentient creatures. Mason's obsessive presence pressed against her mind, molten and storm-dark, threading through her thoughts, her desires, her fears. Every heartbeat sent ripples through the Abyss, every breath tightening the tether that bound her to him.
"You cannot fight it," Mason whispered, brushing shadow along her arm, a caress and a shackle. "Every spark of defiance, every heartbeat… belongs to me. You already crave it."
Her chest tightened, breaths coming ragged. Shadows erupted from her hands, twisting into living whips that struck with deadly precision. A rival god emerged, eyes molten-gold, radiating hatred older than centuries. Its black energy coiled violently, lashing and twisting toward her with murderous intent.
Seris lunged, shadows intertwining with Mason's obsessive energy to amplify her strikes. Fear, exhilaration, and desire collided violently inside her chest. She hated him. She feared him. And yet… she wanted him. She wanted the suffocating tether, the chains threading her to Mason's obsession.
"You are unstoppable with me," Mason murmured, leaning close. Shadows brushed her arm like a caress and a shackle. "Every act of rebellion, every heartbeat… belongs to me. You are mine, Seris. Already. And soon… you will crave it completely."
The god roared, flaring molten-gold energy, attempting to annihilate the Abyss. Shadows reacted violently, striking at the god while protecting Seris. Every movement she made, every strike, every breath was amplified by Mason's obsessive tether, a deadly and intoxicating rhythm.
Finally, when the god fell, Seris collapsed, chest heaving, trembling from exhaustion and the heat of the mark. Mason knelt beside her, shadows brushing along her neck and shoulders in intimate strokes.
"You are mine," he whispered, silver eyes molten and storm-dark. "Even your defiance strengthens the bond. One day… you will crave me. You cannot resist."
The Abyss pulsed violently, alive and aware. Desire had taken root. The chains of obsession tightened, coiling around her mind, heart, and soul, suffocating and intoxicating