"She gave up on fairy tales,so fate wrote her name in a psychopath's blood as his only scripture." _______ "We're trapped!" "Perfect"Zyran yanked off his jacket, wrapped it around her "What's wrong with you?! We need to get out!" He pulled her close, shielding her from the flames. "Why? So you can run again?" "This isn't a game-" "You're right."His voice dropped to something lethal. "Games have rules. What I feel for you burned those to ash." A burning beam crashed. He shoved her away, taking the hit on his shoulder without a sound. "You know what I realized, angel?" Blood trickled down his arm but he smiled."I don't actually need you to love me back." Her breath caught"What?" "I just need you to exist. And if you won't exist as mine..." He stepped closer, flames reflecting in his eyes like a promise."Then you'll exist as ours." "You, me,and death" "You're insane-"she whispered "You want to know a secret?" His voice was silk dipped in venom. "I've been planning our deaths since the day I met you." Her blood turned ice"What?" "Not literally." A burning beam crashed. He caught it with his bare hands, threw it aside, flesh sizzling. "But I've memorized exactly how I'd want us to die." "Together.Your last breath mixing with mine." She stared at his burned palms, then his face-completely serene despite the agony."You're sick." "I'm reborn. You didn't just break me,You rebuilt me as yours." You know what happens if we die here?"His thumb traced her lips while blood ran down his arms. "Death becomes my wedding gift to you. Ashes become our first dance. Hell becomes our honeymoon suite." "You're completely lost-" "I'm home."His smile was pure devastation."You are my North Star in the devil's sky. My salvation written in sin." "So?" His thumb traced her cheek with devastating gentleness. "Ready to stop pretending you have a choice?" _________________________ "The woman who swore off fairy tales, stolen by the man who rewrote them in blood and obsession."