Nyx_author
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I blessed their union. I stood at the altar, cloaked in God, and gave her to another man. A good man, kind, faithful, blind. But the moment I touched her hand, I knew her soul was already mine. Ophelia, my best friend's bride. The woman I've watched through candlelight, through keyholes, through prayer. Not out of lust. Out of devotion.
Now, across the hallway and behind closed doors, she lives two lives-one for him, and one where she lets me ruin her in secret. She was never supposed to be mine. But I claimed her anyway. And I will not give her back. Not to him. Not to God. Not even to heaven.
Because I loved her first. And I'll burn for her last.