CRIMSON RUIN

She wasn’t supposed to live.



Crystal had spent her life inside the temple, swearing herself to gods who never spoke back. Blind faith. Empty prayers. And the doors finally opened when Saint walked in,



He made her see the truth. The gods were never listening.



She should have died with the others. She would have been just another body on the stone floor, blood soaking through its white robes. But he took her instead. Dragged her from the light and threw her into a world where shadows breathe, where sin felt just like salvation.



She should hate him. She should fight. She should resist the pull, the heat and the way her body betrays her. But every touch ruins her. Every word sinks too deep.



The girl who once prayed to the gods is dying, piece by piece, and something else is rising in her place.



Something unholy. Something wicked.



Something his.



⚠️Warning: This story contains dark themes, psychological manipulation, and obsessive romance. Read at your own risk.