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"To claim a body this sacred...to stain you with every sin I carry," he breathes, his voice low and heated, warm breath grazing my lips. "Now, how do I atone for that, hm?"
My breath falters at the edge of his mouth, vulnerability plain in my eyes. "I thought you swore heaven didn't exist." I whisper, torn between running and falling into him.
"I never believed," he replies, a slow, wicked smile curling his lips. "Not until now. How could I, when heaven never looked like you, leech?"
I'm gasping, writhing, his fingers moving inside me like a prayer too raw for saints, yet too desperate to stop-finally, damnably answered.
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πΎππ«ππππππ πΈππππππππ was etched into the stars as tragedy long before she ever took her first breath. Love was a language she never learned, yet she constantly battles the pull of her darker urges. In a world that rejects her very existence, funnily, survival is her only act of defiance.
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πππππππ π·ππΜπ, in stark contrast, was prophecy's favorite son. A boy kissed by fate. Where others perished in drought, he drowned. In the ocean of love. Especially to Seraphina, he is a cruel verse written by the cosmos, the bitter end to her fragile beginning.
And bound within the haunted, labyrinthine halls of L'Γternelombre Uni - the one for freaks, where secrets rot beneath stone, good and evil are fractured reflections and the truth drips in blood - both stand on opposite ends of a fate neither can escape. To survive this place, one must gamble their sanity and soul. Only the chosen can uncover the rot festering beneath it all.
So, in a realm where nothing is what it claims to be... Can a villain and a hero (as they say) fall in love or will the truth destroy them?
