Velvet sin: The Last Offering of Midnight

Every hundred years, the castle demanded an offering.

Not gold. Not blood.

A memory.

For centuries, she surrendered the faces of those she had loved, one by one, until only a single memory remained.

The man who had made her immortal.

On the final night, she lay upon the ancient altar, holding the black rose he had given her before his death.

She whispered his name.

The castle took it.

His face vanished from her mind. His voice became silence. Even the memory of his touch disappeared.

But behind her, beneath the broken wings