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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

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His arguably aggressive approach

After smoothening the creases on her dress, Esme slowly removed her palm from his eyes as she said, ''Take a seat,'' Her face remained straight while she pointed her palm towards the bed. 

''Join me,'' Aleister nodded. 

The corner of her lips twitched but she still maintained a straight face, ''Sit,'' She repeated. Looking at his unmoving gaze, she added, ''I prefer to stand.''

Aleister sighed, ''You always do that. Is it because you get a better view of my face while standing?" He stroked his jaws as he glanced at he meaningfully, quirking an eyebrow. 

Esme's straight face crumbled within an instant and she immediately took a seat on the bed, ''Sit now,'' Her voice was softer than before. 

Aleister did not nitpick about it this time and getting what he wanted, he sat on the bed. 

Finding the distance between both of them quite little, Esme inched towards the edge of the bed.

Aleister inched closer to her.