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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasy
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Aleister rolled to the side and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her close till she was cocooned in his arms. 

She inched closer to him, pressing her cheek on his chest as she hummed.

He kissed her hair, inhaling her familiar scent as he closed his eyes. 

He would give up on anything to have this moment last longer. Anything. 

The next morning.

Esme tried to roll to the side but her movements were obstructed.

She tried to move again but the arm around her waist tightened.

Esme slowly opened her eyes, shielding them with the back of her palm as she tried to adjust her vision to the glaring sunlight entering through the gaps between the velvet curtains draped over the glass walls.

She removed her palm from her face and the first thing that greeted her vision was the face of the man who was holding her tightly in his embrace.