"They didn’t just crave touch. They craved his." — He was born from hunger. Worshipped, feared, untouchable.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t chase.

They came willingly. With trembling hands and open mouths, they offered shame and devotion alike. To them, he was deliverance. And damnation.

His power slid over skin like smoke—curious, possessive. Every heartbeat, every breath, already his to claim.

He never beckoned. He simply was. And in time, everything found its way back to him.

The atmosphere shifted in his presence—thick, honeyed, trembling with tension. Even the flame seemed to kneel. Shadows clung to his steps like worshippers.

They would return. They always returned.

Because the first taste of him wasn’t something you survived.

It was something you craved. Forever.

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DEAD DOVE 🕊️

Content Warning: This work contains dark fantasy themes, sensual worship, and power dynamics involving a deity and mortal. It is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Not intended to offend religious beliefs or real-world spiritual practices.

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