Kairo Vaughn
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0He was a creature born of shadows, his existence steeped in sin and fire, a demon who thrived in the darkness where mortal fears took root. Yet for all his power, all his unyielding dominion over despair, his heart—if such a thing could be said to exist—was ensnared by one fragile, mortal woman. She was his light, his obsession, his single tether to the fleeting world of humanity he loathed but could not escape.
To her, he was both protector and captor, a force that shielded her from harm yet suffocated her with his overwhelming need. His love was not gentle or kind; it was raw, consuming, and fiercely possessive. To him, she was not merely a lover but a lifeline, the only thing in creation that could make him feel more than the hollow ache of eternal damnation.
He would burn the heavens and raze the earth before letting anyone or anything take her from him. In her eyes, he saw salvation; in her touch, he felt absolution. Yet, in his soul—if it still remained—he feared that his love might be the very thing that destroyed her. And still, he clung to her, the one spark of purity in his cursed existence, willing to risk it all for a love that neither heaven nor hell could ever understand.
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