Moonlit Seraph: The forbidden Love
The Fruit and the Flame
Some destinies are written in fire. Others are chosen—with trembling hands.
Ophelia was born to obey. A Seraph by blood, purity and devotion were her chains. She was taught what not to touch, what not to feel, what not to become. Yeneva—the land of the gifted—was forbidden. Craving was forbidden. Desire was dangerous.
But no one warned her what would happen if she did all three at once.
One touch of the fruit—pulsing, alive, and ancient—and the world she'd known cracked open. Fire surged through her veins, not just burning, but awakening something deep, wild, and unforgivable.
“You are not what they made you to be,” the voice inside whispers.
Now, nothing makes sense. Not the sacred blood in her veins. Not the boy with the forbidden touch and the haunted eyes. Not the rules carved into her bones since birth.
All Ophelia knows is this: she's done kneeling. The fire won't stop burning. And some temptations were never meant to be resisted.
Even if the price is everything.
Therapy_Not_Found · Fantasy
