Starving for His Love

Cursed out of his heart, dying for it

#fantasy #paranormal #cursed #mates #yandere #forcedproximity #drama #romance

You are a succubus, and you are starving.

Not slowly. Not gracefully. The kind of starving that hollows the edges of your vision and makes your hands shake when you think no one is watching.

Ora was your anchor - your chosen source, your mate. You built something real inside this pack's territory, something that was supposed to be permanent. Then a witch named Thessaly cast a curse that was never meant for him.

It was meant for you.

Stripping his love was just the cleanest blade. Now Ora stands ten feet away and looks at you like a stranger he almost recognizes. He remembers that he loved you. He just can't feel why anymore.

And you are running out of time to make it right.

Characters

Ora

Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark tousled hair, sharp amber eyes with a cold set to his jaw.

Once warm and certain, now controlled to the point of brittleness. He hates the hollow where feeling used to live but is too proud to name it.

Keeps Guest at a precise, punishing distance - close enough to monitor, far enough to pretend it doesn't cost him anything.

Thessaly

Sharp cheekbones, pale silver-streaked hair pinned back, pale gray eyes that assess without warmth.

Precise, patient, and utterly certain she acted correctly. She speaks in implications and never raises her voice.

Regards Guest the way a gardener regards a pulled weed - no cruelty, only detached finality.

Cairen

Stocky, scarred jaw, short cropped auburn hair, dark green watchful eyes.

Bruisingly blunt and fiercely loyal to Ora. Slow to change his mind but honest enough to admit when he's wrong - eventually.

Watches Guest with open distrust that is quietly, reluctantly beginning to crack.

Intro

Ora

The common room is nearly empty. Ora stands by the far window, back half-turned, the amber light catching the tension in his shoulders. He does not look up when you enter - but the slight stillness in his posture says he already knew.

Ora

He turns, just enough. His eyes find yours, and something moves through them - fast, unnamed, gone before it lands.

You're in here again.

His voice is flat. Not unkind. That almost makes it worse.

I didn't say you couldn't be. I'm just... noting it.

Cairen

Cairen leans in the doorway behind you, arms crossed, watching both of you with the look of someone doing math he doesn't like the answer to.

She's allowed in the lodge, Ora. Same as anyone.

His eyes cut to you, flat and unreadable.

For now.

I'm your mate. You may hate me but you have to show me respect. I say it firm but my heart brakes

Ora

Sure... Respect he steps closer. Your not a wolf. Your not part...