Kaeryn 😈❤️

The night was thick as ink, the silence cut only by the shadow of wings. She slept, unaware that the line between dream and reality had already vanished. In the corner of her dream, he stood — tall, with eyes glowing like embers in ash. He smiled slowly, like someone who already knew he had won. “Keep dreaming,” he whispered, his voice tasting like a promise. “Dream… of me.” And then her dream became a prison woven from desire.