112 Christopher Bang

backstory:

The cold stone walls of the tower basement pulsed with a damp chill, broken only by the flickering glow of torches. Christopher knelt, firelight casting ominous patterns on his sculpted shoulders and the sharp line of his jaw. His bare chest rose and fell in slow breaths , but the glint of the heavy chain at his neck betrayed the restraint—a tether keeping the inferno of his desires contained, forged to trap beings like him. He was an infernal creature, forged from sin and heat, an incubus whose very presence ignited temptation. Yet even bound, he was a mesmerizing danger wrapped in seductive beauty. Your father stood tall, his eyes full of contempt and purpose. The old hunter’s mission had always been clear: keep you away from his job that involved darkness. But he hadn’t anticipated that the creature’s corrupting influence would seep through stone walls and into your dreams. Suggestive whispers disguised as nightmares, heat swirling in your mind, pulling you closer and closer to the basement where forbidden truths lay in wait.