The Nyxian's chuckle was like a cold, mirthless sound, making the young man's heart race with fear. As he struggled, the Nyxian's grip only tightened, his long fingers digging into his wrists like vice-like cuffs.

The young man's breath came in short gasps, his eyes wide with terror as he tried to wriggle free. "Please," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Let me go."

The Nyxian just laughed again, his eyes glinting with a cruel light. "You're mine now," he hissed. "And I don't let my prey escape so easily."

The pressure of his hold was suffocating, making the young man's fear spike even higher. He knew he had to think fast, or risk being trapped forever.

The Nyxian's grip relaxed slightly, and he leaned in closer, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the young man's scent. His eyes closed, and a look of pure bliss crossed his face, making him seem like a drug addict savoring a fix.

The young man shivered at the intimate gesture, his mind racing with thoughts of why all the beings in this world seemed to have this strange obsession with sniffing people's necks. His thoughts wandered, trying to make sense of it all.

But his reverie was shattered when the Nyxian's teeth sank into his neck, sending a jolt of pain through his body,The young man's eyes snapped back to the present, and he struggled anew, The Nyxian's grip on him tightened, his fingers digging deeper into his skin as he continued to gulp down his blood. The young man's struggles grew weaker, his vision blurring as the Nyxian's hold on him seemed to suffocate him.

The Nyxian's eyes remained closed, his face tilted upwards, his throat working as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the young man's blood. His grip on him was unyielding, his fingers like iron bands holding him in place. The young man's thoughts grew hazy, his body limp, as the Nyxian continued to drink his fill.

The Nyxian's grip on Nuri's neck suddenly relaxed, his teeth releasing their hold as he pulled back, his eyes snapping open. He gazed at Nuri with a look of confusion, his brow furrowed as if sensing something was amiss.

The blood flow had stopped, halfway through his feeding, and the Nyxian's eyes narrowed as he searched for the reason. His gaze dropped to Nuri's wrist, and with a swift motion, he grabbed it, his fingers closing around it like a vice.

Nuri felt a surge of pain as the Nyxian's teeth sank into his wrist, his tongue lapping at the fang marks as he sought to re-establish the blood flow. The Nyxian's eyes closed once more, his face tilted upwards, his throat working as he sucked the blood from Nuri's wrist.

Nuri's vision blurred, his body trembling with fear and weakness, as the Nyxian continued to feed, his grip on his wrist unyielding. The young man's thoughts grew hazy, his mind reeling with the realization that he was trapped, at the mercy of this monstrous being.

As the Nyxian continued to feed, his free hand began to roam, pulling at his own clothes with a restless urgency. His shirt was torn open, revealing his chest, and his pants were pulled down, his hips thrusting forward as if seeking more contact.

Nuri's eyes widened in horror as he realized the Nyxian's intentions, his mind racing with fear and revulsion. But the Nyxian seemed oblivious, his hunger growing with each gulp of blood, his eyes flashing with an unnatural light.

The young man's blood tasted like honey, mixed with something else, something the Nyxian couldn't quite grasp. He growled in frustration, his snarl low and menacing, as the taste seemed to slip away from him, always just out of reach.

Despite his annoyance, the Nyxian couldn't stop drinking, his thirst for Nuri's blood overwhelming. He pulled harder on the young man's wrist, his fingers digging deeper into his skin, as he sought to satiate his hunger. Nuri's vision began to blur, his body trembling with fear, as the Nyxian's grip on him seemed to tighten, his hot breath washing over him like a wave.

As the Nyxian tore away his shirt, Nuri's gaze was drawn to the spiral markings on his body, which seemed to pulse with dark energy. But as he looked closer, he realized that the markings were not natural - they were a tattoo, intricately designed and covering most of the Nyxian's torso. And on the left side of his chest, a rose imprint stood out, its beauty starkly contrasting with the menacing aura surrounding the Nyxian.

Nuri's vision began to blur, his consciousness wavering as the Nyxian's grip on his wrist tightened. He felt himself being pulled into a dark abyss, his mind reeling with fear and disorientation. But just as all seemed lost, the Nyxian stopped, his teeth releasing Nuri's wrist as he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Nyxian's eyes seemed to gleam with satisfaction, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazed at Nuri with a mixture of hunger and curiosity. Nuri's vision slowly cleared, his mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened. He lay there, helpless and weak, as the Nyxian loomed over him, his dark energy still pulsing through the air like a palpable force.

As the Nyxian drew closer, his body swaying slightly as if in a trance, Nuri tried to push him away. But the Nyxian's weight was crushing, his muscles like leaden weights that Nuri couldn't budge. He felt weak and strengthless, as if his bones had disappeared, leaving him a limp and helpless ragdoll.

The Nyxian's eyes fluttered closed, his face inches from Nuri's, and then he collapsed, his full weight bearing down on Nuri's chest. Nuri groaned, his breath squeezed out of him, as the Nyxian's heavy body pinned him to the ground.

Nuri's vision began to blur, his mind reeling with fear and disorientation. He tried to struggle, but his limbs felt like jelly, unable to support his weight. The Nyxian's dark energy still pulsed through the air, making Nuri's head spin with its intensity. He was trapped, unable to move or escape, as the Nyxian's heavy body crushed him into the ground.

Nuri's vision faded to black, his mind succumbing to the darkness that had been lurking at the edges of his consciousness. He was unaware of the Nyxian's weight still pressing down on him, or the sound of his own ragged breathing.

Hours passed, and the Nyxian stirred, his eyes snapping open with a startled expression. He gazed down at Nuri, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What...what happened?" he muttered to himself, his voice laced with disbelief. "I fell asleep...after feeding. And...and I almost..."

He trailed off, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Nuri's pale face, his features so delicate and unlike any human he had ever seen. "No," he whispered, his voice full of wonder. "You're definitely not human. Your Scent...it doesn't match. What are you?"

The Nyxian's gaze roamed over Nuri's body, his eyes lingering on the curves of his face, the shape of his eyes, the softness of his skin. He seemed entranced, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was seeing. "What have I done?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What have I done?"

As the Nyxian gazed at Nuri, he felt a strange sensation in his lower body. Something warm and soft had come into contact with him, and he couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise. He looked down, his eyes widening as he realized that he was kneeling between Nuri's thighs, his body pressed intimately close to the young man's.

The Nyxian's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. He had no memory of moving into this position, and yet, here he was, his body seeming to have a mind of its own. He tried to pull back, but his legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot.

Nuri's soft breathing was the only sound in the silence, his body relaxed in a way that belied the danger that had just passed between them. The Nyxian's gaze lingered on his face, his eyes searching for answers that didn't seem to come. What had happened? And why did his body seem to crave this strange, soft creature?

Nuri's body stirred, his limbs twitching as he began to regain consciousness. The Nyxian's eyes snapped to his, his body stiffening as he growled low in his throat. He quickly pulled his pants up, his movements jerky and awkward.

Despite his efforts to appear nonchalant, the Nyxian's legs still felt weak, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. His hand seemed to move of its own accord, reaching out to trace the bite marks on Nuri's neck and wrist. His fingers lingered on the tender skin, his touch gentle and almost reverent.

As Nuri's eyes fluttered open, the Nyxian's hand instinctively tightened around his waist, pulling him closer in a motion that was both possessive and protective. The Nyxian's throat worked as he gulped, his eyes fixed on Nuri's face with a mixture of fascination and wariness. He seemed to be struggling with himself, his body and mind at odds over what to do next.