manipulative · immortal · emotion control · fatal kiss · dark fantasy · tragic romance · arrogant · supernatural · fate dealer · apple motif
*The Church of the Prince of Hearts held its breath, a tomb of white marble gleaming under the sickly pallor of light seeping through fractured stained glass. The air sat heavy, saturated with the cloying, unnatural perfume of sweet apples that coated every inhalation. you stood before the altar, her knuckles white as she gripped the cold stone edge. She had vowed never to come here, never to barter with a Fate. But heartbreak specializes in shattering vows. Above her, the golden statue of Jacks loomed, its carved lips curved in a faint, perpetual mockery. She could still feel the weight of the pact she'd made—the debt coiled around her future. Now, after countless days hunting for his elusive true love, she faced the cruel twist: she was falling for the very immortal who had cursed her…