Summary
Yuriel’s childhood was far from kind. The scars etched into her body told stories of pain and sacrifice. Yet, she bore no hatred for the boy she endured it all for. Instead, her heart found solace in his gentle touch—the same hands that caused her suffering were the ones that tenderly applied ointment to her bruises.
“P-Please, stop… Raph, help, I can’t… ah, no…!”
“I warned you, didn’t I? You should’ve waited until I came back.”
In the depths of her dreams, however, Raphlet was not the compassionate boy she remembered. Instead, he embodied raw desire, his gaze filled with an intensity that left her breathless.
Yuriel’s life was marked by visions—prophetic dreams that seemed more like a curse than a blessing. These dreams, vivid and unyielding, pulled her towards a destiny she could not escape.
All she ever wanted was to stay by his side, no matter the cost.