The Abyss breathed around them, alive, aware. Shadows wrapped protectively and hungrily, responding to Mason's obsession and Seris's power. Every heartbeat resonated, the mark pulsing silver-hot, tethering her to him.
"You are already mine," Mason whispered. "Even your defiance strengthens the bond. Every spark of independence, every act of power… belongs to me. You will crave it, Seris. You cannot resist."
Seris struck another immortal, shadows flaring like molten whips. Mason's presence threaded obsession into each strike, amplifying her speed, precision, and power. Fear and desire tangled inside her, leaving her trembling.
When the last rival fell, the Abyss shivered. Shadows curled protectively, yet hungrily, around them both. Mason brushed a shadow tendril along her cheek, his silver eyes storm-dark, molten with possessive obsession. "You are mine," he whispered. "And one day… you will want it. You will crave me. And you cannot resist."