When The Enemy Learns to Love
225 Words
As the days passed, their love deepened dangerously.
No longer stolen moments—
but chosen ones.
No longer fearful glances—
but lingering eyes that spoke entire poems.
No longer guarded touches—
but hands that found each other naturally, instinctively, as if they were always meant to intertwine.
Their Unspoken Nights
Seraphina now slept in Adrien’s chamber more often than her own.
Not for passion—
but for comfort, closeness, and the kind of intimacy that didn’t need to be physical to be powerful.
He would lie beside her, fully clothed, brushing his thumb over her knuckles as though afraid she would disappear.
“Adrien…” she whispered one night, “I never imagined this life.”
“Nor I,” he murmured. “But I want it. All of it. With you.”
“Even if it destroys everything?”
He kissed her forehead.
“Especially then.”
She laughed softly at that—
the kind of laugh no one had ever heard from her before.
Whispers of Treason
But danger grew.
Spies whispered.
Soldiers noticed.
The council watched.
And both kingdoms—a century steeped in hatred—were tightening their grips.
Something was coming.
They could feel it in their bones.
But neither would turn away.
Not after everything.
Not when love had finally found them in the wreckage of war.
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