Obsession breathes softly, a shadow pressed to skin, sweet with ache, cruel in devotion. Surrender drips slow, like venom dressed as honey, a shiver that tastes of fire. Two bodies, two ruins- falling not to be saved, but to be claimed, bound in the silence where cold burns deeper than flame. ●●●●●● "This is the tale of a queen who bled for her throne, of an heir who rose from her ruin, of a love that devoured her, and an obsession that refused to let her die."All Rights Reserved