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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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Before she could open her mouth to voice her concerns, Aleister raised his other hand before he placed his fingers on his neck. 

As a golden glow started burning from his fingertips, Esme noticed a black mist near his neck which gradually disappeared. 

It took him some time but she felt his breath calming down as he pulled back from her, his eyes weren't hazy as before and the clarity was back in them.

Esme glanced at him in concern, ''What happened to you?" As she noticed him looking at her quietly, she thought that he was too shocked. Afraid that he might faint, she patted his face, ''Wake up. Look at me. Who am I?" She was a little worried.

Aleister grabbed her delicate wrist as he chuckled before pulling her closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her neck, inhaling the scent of wilderness coming off from her dark tresses, ''You are Esme,'' came his low teasing voice, ''...My dear moon.''