Velvet sin: A Kiss Before Damnation

For three centuries, they were sworn enemies.

He had destroyed her kingdom.

She had cursed his bloodline.

Every encounter ended in violence, every promise in betrayal.

Until the night the crimson moon rose over the ruins of their last surviving palace.

She waited for him on the marble staircase, dressed in black, surrounded by the ashes of everything they had once loved.

When he approached, she reached for his collar.

He could have killed her.

She could have driven a blade through his heart.

Instead, they leaned closer.

For one impossible moment, hatred became desire.

And neither could remember who had started the war.

Some curses are spoken.

Others begin with a kiss.