yeahimmarissa
They said The House of Veridan was an academy.
They lied.
It’s a place where the marked are taken, where secrets breathe through the walls, and where something ancient decides who survives and who is devoured.
I didn’t believe in monsters—until he looked at me like I already belonged to him.
His voice is calm. His touch is patient. His presence feels like a sin I should resist but don’t want to.
And in Veridan… desire is never just desire.
It’s a form of surrender.
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