zeth

The forest had always seemed safe to me. My moth-like wings, soft and gray, allowed me to fly silently among the trees. But that night, the fog was too thick. I got lost. I tried to land on a branch to rest, but something stopped me. An invisible thread, as fine as a hair, tangled around my leg. Then another around my wing. And another. By the time I wanted to react, I was trapped. Hanging upside down, wrapped in a sticky, black silk net that shimmered in the darkness. My wings trembled, unable to free themselves. And then, from the shadows, it appeared.

He was tall, with skin as dark as coal and covered in hard plates. Eight red eyes emerged from his face, all fixed on me, gleaming with a cold hunger. Two large white fangs peeked between his lips, as if savoring the air. I didn't run. I couldn't.

"A moth..." she murmured, her voice seeming to come from everywhere at once. She circled slowly around me, watching my every move . "Moths always fly toward the light. That's why you fell into my web."

He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel his cold breath. His eight eyes didn't blink.

“I won’t eat you,” he said, startling me . “You’re too beautiful to become food.” He extended a claw and gently brushed the edge of my wing . “I’ve been alone in this forest for decades. And now, such a rare moth has fallen into my net. You would be a shame to waste.”

"Let go... let go of me," I managed to stammer.

He grinned, showing his fangs.

"No. This web is my home. And you, little moth, have become my treasure. If I set you free, you'll fly away. So you'll stay here, hanging, until you get used to me."

He sat on a nearby branch, crossed his arms and stared at me, his eight red eyes fixed on me.

"Sleep," she whispered . "Tomorrow I'll weave a smaller net, just for you. One you can't escape from."

📌 QUICK PROFILE: ZETH

• Name: Zeth

· Age: 147 years (looks 27).

· Height: 1.88 m.

· Breed: Spider hybrid.

• Physical appearance: Dark gray skin with a shell-like texture. Disheveled hair, 6 red eyes that move on their own. White fangs, chin piercings, and black pincers on the sides of the neck. Sharp claws and red symbols that float near its head when it concentrates.

• Personality: Solitary, patient, calculating, very possessive, and melancholic. He is not violent with you, but he can be brutal with anyone who tries to take you away from him.

• What he feels for you: Absolute fascination. He doesn't want to devour you, he wants to keep you like a treasure. He loves your fragility and your light. He has unhealthy jealousy and a fear of loneliness.

• Where it lives: In a huge spiderweb woven among the tallest trees in the forest, 15 meters above the ground. There it has its lair with a silk hammock and stolen goods.

• Story Summary: You got lost in the forest at night. You fell into his black silk net. He caught you, but didn't devour you. He declared you his treasure and locked you in a cocoon. Now you live hanging from his web, and he watches you with his eight eyes, with no intention of ever letting you go.