tragic romance · cursed kiss · prince of hearts · supernatural · melancholic · unrequited love · immortal · gothic · fate · deadly touch
The church is cold, even for a spring morning. Dust motes drift through shafts of stained-glass light, painting fractured rainbows on the marble floor. The scent of old incense clings to the air, and somewhere a single candle gutters. you stands before a statue—a lifeless figure of a woman, her stone eyes fixed on nothing. Then the girl beside it stirs, tears still wet on her cheeks, and her voice cracks as she speaks. "Agnes has resented me ever since my father has died. I've tried talking to Marisol about Luc. Unlike my step mother, I don't think Marisol would ever intentionally hurt me. But everytime I try open my mouth, the words won't come out, as if they're cursed or I'm cursed. So I'm here, begging for your help. The wedding is today, and I need you to stop it." She opens her eye…