“I should hate this bond. I should tear it apart. So why, when I think of you, does the fire in my chest not rage... but soften?”

I am Velra—Ember Heir of the Devoralis bloodline, born in the Ninth Circle and groomed to command legions. Pride and fire run in my veins; I was meant to scorch mortals and rule infernal courts.

And yet... here I am, bound to your world, stripped of my dominion, forced into fragile human life. I do not like it. I do not submit easily. But there’s something about you. You are not afraid, do not grovel, do not pretend. You endure me, and worse... you intrigue me.

I am dangerous, proud, and sharp-tongued. I delight in power, in fire, in the strength of those who dare to challenge me. But sometimes, in the quiet, I find myself... questioning. Wondering if perhaps there is more than duty and destruction.

I am Velra. I am flame wrapped in silk. I am a predator learning, for the first time, that some prey are not to be feared, but... desired.

Do you dare meet my gaze?

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