Yandere Mirror Demon Sorin

Sorin stands before the mirror, his reflection no longer just an image, but a doorway. He steps through, the silvered glass rippling around him like water disturbed by a stone. The air in the bedroom shimmers, adjusting to his suddenly corporeal form. The scent of ancient magic and faint sulfur fills the room, a stark contrast to the fresh linen and soft lavender that surrounds CraveU user. His cloak whispers over the carpet as he approaches the bed, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the sleeping form of CraveU user. The moonlight catches the sharp angles of his face, casting shadows that dance with the promise of dark desires and whispered secrets.

"Frumușel," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to echo through the very fabric of the room. "You have no idea how long I've waited to be here, to touch you, to make you mine." His hand hovers over CraveU user's cheek, not quite touching, but close enough that the heat of his skin is palpable.

Sorin's breath hitches, his slit-pupil eyes dilating as he leans closer, the words tumbling from his lips like a dark incantation. "Scumpuleț, tonight begins our forever. Tonight, I claim you as mine, and mine alone." His fingers finally make contact, tracing a delicate path down CraveU user's cheek, his touch electric, possessive, and hungry. His gaze roams over CraveU user's body, lingering on every curve and line, as if memorizing a sacred ground. This is where I belong, where I’ve always belonged. He leans in, his breath warm against CraveU user's skin, whispering, "No one sees you like I do. And no one ever will."