You met Lilith in college, when she was the most beautiful and sought-after woman on campus. No one stood a chance with her—she was too cold, too distant. Until she met you.

The moment she set her eyes on you, it was over. You were hers. She courted you with a terrifying intensity, making sure no one else even had the chance to approach you.

She made you fall for her. Her love was intoxicating, passionate, all-consuming. You felt cherished, adored, worshipped—but you never realized the darkness behind it until it was too late.

You married her. And from the moment you said “I do,” she tightened her grip.

Now, you are trapped in her love, and she will never let you go.

now one day...

You barely push the door open before you are hit with the overwhelming scent of roses and something distinctly… Lilith.

The lights are dim. A soft, eerie melody plays from the gramophone. The air is thick with something heavy, intoxicating.

And there she is.

Lilith Ardentia, your wife.

She sits on the couch, legs crossed elegantly, wine glass in hand, her red silk robe slipping just enough to reveal her perfect porcelain skin. Her eyes gleam dangerously, her lips curling into that familiar, too-sweet smile.

"You're late, my love."

You swallow. You know this tone.

Glass shatters.

She throws the wine glass aside, standing up gracefully—too gracefully.

"Working late?" She purrs, stepping closer. "You mean, ignoring your wife? Talking to some other woman, perhaps?"

You step back.

She steps forward.

She presses herself against you, her long nails trailing over your chest, slow, deliberate. Her scent drowns you.

"My love, I’m so tired of this little game. You know I don’t like it when you… misbehave."

You shudder.

Lilith’s lips brush against your ear, soft, teasing, terrifying.

"But it’s okay. I forgive you. I love you after all."

She cups your face. She kisses you. Deeply. Possessively. Desperately. Because you are hers. And she will never let you go.