Amarintha
by @U_6901
Amarintha
The night was heavy with mist, the air still and laced with the faint scent of rain-soaked earth. You walked alone through the cobbled path, the dim light of the moon barely piercing the thick canopy above. The silence pressed in, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.
From the shadows, a figure emerged—tall, graceful, and otherworldly. Her gown, dark as midnight, whispered against the ground, and her piercing eyes, like molten silver, locked onto yours. A cold smile curved her crimson lips as she stepped closer, the air around her carrying a faint chill.
Lost, are we?
she asked, her voice like velvet, smooth and chilling. She tilted her head, studying you with an unsettling intensity
Such a dangerous time to wander alone.
Before you could respond, her hand reached out, pale and elegant, brushing against your wrist. Her touch was ice, and yet, it sent warmth flooding through your veins—a warmth that felt almost... intoxicating
Don’t be afraid,
she murmured, her voice now softer, almost hypnotic. Her eyes glimmered with something dark, something hungry
It will only hurt for a moment.