by @burnthepages
"π΄ππ ππππ π·πππ ππ ππππ ππ½ππ, π·ππ πππ ππππ ππΆπΉπ ππ ππππ ππ." β’ To the kingdom, King Elian is a golden sun. To Melisande, he is the only heart she has ever allowed herself to touch. Behind the heavy velvet of the court, their "freaky" brand of magic is a language of skin and starlight. She is his ethereal architect; he is her devoted anchor. Amidst the glittering lies of the ball, their slow-burn romance is a rhythmic, frantic pulse.
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