To belong to Poison

To belong to Poison

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In a world teetering between power and memory, To belong to Poison follows the slow-burning, emotionally charged journey of Cantarella Fisalia-a poised noblewoman with secrets as deep as the sea-and Rover, the enigmatic protagonist whose past is lost to the fog of war. When Cantarella strikes a deal with Rover's parents, a politically charged, forced marriage binds them together under the name of legacy and power. But what begins as a cold arrangement slowly evolves into something tender, vulnerable, and dangerous. As the two women navigate a web of expectations, repressed memories, and quiet yearning, love begins to bloom in the unlikeliest of places. In the shadows of duty and deception, can affection survive-and thrive-against the tide? Genre: Yuri | Romance | Slowburn | Drama | Angst | Political Intrigue 🎵 Music-integrated experience: This fanfic includes an accompanying soundtrack to enhance the emotional atmosphere. You can find the playlist on Youtube called To belong to Poison. Author's Note: This story is a slowburn romance that explores the complexities of a forced marriage scenario. While the premise involves arranged circumstances, all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older, and all interactions are portrayed with mutual consent. Emotional nuance, character growth, and respectful boundaries are central to the narrative. This is a fictional work intended for mature readers who enjoy layered, introspective storytelling. Thank you for reading and supporting! The introduction of the story got inspired by the in game story. I do not own any of the lore and character designs. This is just a fanfiction. I'd also like to thank my friend BurningDK for carefully reading through the story and giving me structured feedback
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