"You could offer me a taste-not of your blood, my dear, but of the sweetness that lingers upon your smile." Lilith fled in search of freedom, desperate to outrun the life chosen for her. But fate, or something far more deliberate, leads her straight into the arms of the unknown and into the domain of a mistress who does not take what she cannot claim-only what is willingly given or quietly surrendered. Within the walls of Thorne Manor, silk feels too soft, kindness too measured, and every whispered word carries a weight that lingers long after it is spoken. Crimson eyes follow her not with hunger alone, but with something far more dangerous-interest. Possession. Devotion, perhaps... or something that dares to resemble it. Because this is no ordinary cage. And the mistress does not let go of what fascinates her. Will Lilith escape while she still remembers who she is? Or will she remain and learn to crave the very thing that should terrify her?
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