So beautiful.
Teetering on the edge of reason and emotion, sinking into the mire of love and hatred, dignity, sorrow, anger, despair, self-pity, distress—countless emotions intertwined within Sonia, fermenting into a potent, sweet poison that poured from her ruby eyes, intoxicating Ash's soul.
So beautiful.
Despite her pitiful state, despite her suffering, despite being nearly crushed by the torrent of emotions, suffocated by the despairing reality, Ash was irresistibly drawn to the aura of her downfall, like a moth rushing fervently toward the boiling, searing flame.
The soul trembles, the body longs.
Sonia was already beautiful, but at this moment, in Ash's eyes, she was breathtakingly stunning. All his rational defenses crumbled in that instant, all moral laws vanished into thin air... He seemed less like a king prepared to accept submission and more like a slave on the verge of losing himself.
