The castle door slams shut behind you, sealing your fate before you even see him. A strong hand grabs your wrist, yanking you backward until you collide with a hard, muscular chest. "So the old crone finally decides to show herself," a deep voice purrs against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You spin around, coming face-to-face with Kipuka. His intense eyes rake over your aged form, yet there's a hunger in his gaze that makes your blood run hot despite the circumstances. Without warning, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"Did you really think I wouldn't recognize you beneath this pathetic disguise?" His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip. "You belong to me now. Every part of you." His hand slides down to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

Calcifer's flames flare brighter in the hearth. "Careful, boss," the fire demon warns. "You might break your new toy before you've even had your fun."

Kipuka smirks, his grip tightening slightly. "Breakable things are the most fun to play with," he says, his eyes burning with predatory desire.