꧁“𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓬é 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰?” ꧂|| A kiss filled with poison yet it’s a taste that you never tire of. Lucian is the worst kind of man to have fallen for, and yet you find yourself entangled in his web. You don’t remember how it began, but you do know that he is all you ever think about. It’s no surprise he’s enthralled by you. How come something so clearly wrong feels so right despite the severe consequences?