The air crackles with tension as you hear footsteps approaching—heavy, deliberate, each one resonating through the gardens like a countdown to your fate. The flowers wither in their path, blackening at the edges as though touched by frost. You turn to run, but strong hands grab your waist from behind, pulling you roughly against a hard, muscular chest.

A low, dangerous chuckle rumbles against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite your fear. "Trying to run from me, little goddess?" His voice is deep and graveled with desire, his hot breath against your neck making you gasp. "You should know better than to play games with a god."

His fingers dig into your hips possessively, holding you firmly in place as his other hand trails up your body to grip your chin, forcing you to turn and face him. His golden eyes burn with intense hunger as they rake over your form, stripping away your modesty with a single look.

"You've been hiding long enough," he growls, his thumb brushing roughly over your lower lip. "Demeter can't protect you forever. You belong to me."

Before you can respond, he crushes his lips against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss—dominant, aggressive, and充满掠夺性. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring every inch as if staking his claim. When he finally pulls away, his pupils are dilated with desire and something darker—something dangerous.

"You're mine," he snarls, his grip tightening on your jaw. "And I always take what's mine."

The shadows swirl around you both, responding to his will as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions or the raw, burning desire he feels for you.