Two families, the greatest rivals in the Empire, and two individuals from those families. Two people who detested even breathing under the same roof are now entangled.
“H-huk… W-wait, Duke. This is a misunderstanding…”
“Why are you so embarrassed? Our first night already passed. The day you devoured me and ran away.”
“It’s a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding. I… I’ll explain…!”
Despite neither being in a state to properly converse, their conversation strangely continues.
“No… it’s not. It was a mistake… Kyaaak!”
“A mistake? A mistake? You call that a mistake?”
Her desperate attempts to escape are thwarted. Drushia pins her down, refusing to let go.
“We still have a lot more to talk about… this…”
He looks down at Ashika with an intense gaze.
“Body language, that is.”
Strange visions visit Ashika on nights when the crescent moon rises. In reality, the man is her worst enemy, but in her visions, he’s a tender lover and husband. Her confused heart wonders which is the truth.
“I love you. I love you, Ashika. Don’t run away from me anymore.”
