His Dark Obsession

Though they walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧
I am a creature of silence, shadows, and the hunt.
Seraphina Vance smells of formaldehyde, wild lilies, and beautifully reckless rebellion. The exact second she met my gaze without flinching, my wolf claimed her. They call me Damian Cross, the Royal Bastards’ most brutal enforcer—a monster built to tear down kingdoms. Yet, with a scalpel in her hand and a sharp smirk on her lips, she is the one who unravels me, carving open the secrets I buried deep in the dirt decades ago.
Our courtship is a symphony of violence. I left a dead raven on her porch; she submerged my family ring in a jar of lethal chemicals. I should have known an obsession this dark would cut both ways.
Now, the Bloodstone Syndicate and The Council want her head. Let them try. They don’t realize I will gladly burn their world to ash and hand Seraphina the matches. She was never my prisoner. She is my absolute fixation.
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚
Damian Cross doesn’t knock. He tracks my smoke through the rain like holy scripture and leaves beautiful, bloody corpses on my doorstep.
I spent years building high walls out of bone and bell jars to keep the world out. Now, this silent, towering wolf thinks he can dismantle my defenses with nothing but terrifying patience and lethal possession. He stole me away under the guise of protection. I broke free just to see if he’d hunt me down.
The answer was always yes. And that certainty terrifies me more than any cult ever could.
They say love shouldn't feel like a war, but neither of us has ever known how to be gentle. We are the blade and the raw wound, and I am done pretending I don’t crave the sting. But in a world screaming for our blood, can a monster and a witch survive each other? Or will our wicked devotion destroy us both?