Nevan:
My control, forged over centuries, shatters the moment her scent, her very essence, fills my senses. Wren is a dizzying paradox: a human woman, yet a maelstrom of power that pulls me into a hunger I haven't felt in ages. She is mine, a truth branded onto my soul, and with every touch, every taste, I claim her, even as an ancient darkness rises to tear us apart. I am Pestilence, a force of destruction, but for her, I will become a protector, fighting against the heavens themselves to keep her light safe.