Petals In The Dark
- LECTURAS 13
- Votos 2
- Partes 2
Continúa<5 mins
Última publicación sáb, ago 9, 2025
A Dark Romance by BabyFoxKiki(Me)
In a world where gods rule with thunder and wrath, Lysithea is a soft whisper among screams-a fragile goddess with a weak heart and trembling hands, shunned by Olympians, pitied by Primordials, and cherished by those who remember what gentleness once meant.
She lives alone in a forgotten temple, crafting beauty from broken things, clinging to dreams that offer more warmth than waking ever could.
But someone has been watching her.
Epiales, god of nightmares-feared even by monsters, sculpted from shadow and silence-never expected to find peace in the dreams of a girl made of light. When he stumbles upon her dreamscape, something ancient and dangerous awakens within him.
Desire.
Obsession.
A hunger that borders on worship... and ruin.
As darkness coils around Lysithea's waking world, the line between protector and predator begins to blur. Epiales would tear down realms for her-but can she love a god whose very nature could destroy her?
Or will her fragile heart be the one thing that saves them both?
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