Love that Kills

I used to believe that there was something inherently flawed within me, which made me uneasy in the bright, intense sunlight. It felt as if I didn't quite fit in. Was that why I found myself inexplicably drawn to Ashtar Malachious, a figure shrouded in darkness, embodying all my secret desires? Malachious captivated me with an allure that surpassed mere physical appearance. Nicknames like "the predator," "the fallen," and "the death" followed him, yet my eyes saw beyond those labels. He stepped into my life in a very literal and profound way, seducing me with his enigmatic presence. He taught me about the depth of touch and the untapped pleasures I'd never experienced. The one thing he sought from me was my blood, knowing that giving it would mean surrendering more than just my body – my heart and soul too. Despite the danger I sensed, I found myself drawn like a moth to a flame, getting closer to the fire that threatened to consume me. But as the flames revealed their cruel nature, I learned the harsh truth: love in this form was a deadly embrace. Ultimately, one of us would pay the ultimate price.