Isola.

This is not a love story.

Isola is for the girls who never bowed. For the ones who were called too sharp, too much, too clever - and stayed that way. It's for the ones who made men sweat with a single look, and then looked away like nothing happened.

This story is a slow unraveling. You'll meet Seraphine Belrose - they call her dangerous, unnatural, a witch in all but spell. And then there's Lucien Thorne - a crown prince made of steel and sin, who learns the hard way that power bends for no one... except maybe her.

If you're here for soft hands and sharp tongues, stolen glances in candlelight, betrayal dressed in velvet, and kisses that taste like defiance - welcome.

This story is not about happy beginnings. It's about the long ache between what was taken and what was claimed back.
It's about names: the ones whispered in the dark, the ones said like vows, and the ones that were never meant to be spoken at all.

If you like slow burns that burn slowest when the hands never touch.
If you like flirtation as war and power as seduction.
If you crave characters who undo each other with words before ever laying a hand-
Then welcome to Isola.

Again, I reiterate, this is not a love story.
This is what survives after.

I won't promise you comfort. But I will promise this:
The ache will be worth it.

xo,
Strawberry Cin x