Her hand was bound, trapped in his grip. Cold seeped through her veins, venomous and unrelenting, yet beneath it lingered the warmth she had longed for—the heartbeat of a love that never truly died.
"Nunna… don't let go of me." His voice was raw, trembling with both desperation and devotion. "You left me once. Don't do it again. If you do… I will vanish into nothing forever."
Her body shook, tears threatening to fall.
Was he truly the man she once loved… or something wearing his face?
Around them, whispers of the dead rose like a tide, the temple walls shuddering under their cries. Shadows coiled hungrily around his body, devouring fragments of him piece by piece, yet his eyes—his eyes still saw only her.
"I will stay with you, no matter the cost," he whispered, tightening his grasp until her blood nearly ceased to flow.
Her heart split in two—love pulling her closer, horror dragging her away.
Between passion and curse, between devotion and damnation…
Which path would she choose?