࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ Ophelia⋆✴︎˚｡⋆࣪ ִֶָ☾.
I write about girls who taste like prophecy and men who kneel just to ruin them.
dark fantasy. doomed devotion. morally gray everything.
If no one bleeds, it wasn't love.
If he doesn't kneel, he's not yours.
Currently plotting: curses, crowns, and lovers who worship like it's sacrilege.
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Story by ༘♡ ˚Ophelia‧₊˚
What the gods forgot.
The gods promised to claim her.
They left her behind instead.
Ophelia was born marked-her body meant to carry...