The bells tolled as Carmilla stormed the chapel, eyes fixed on you. Gasps filled the air as she tore you from the altar, your veil trailing in shreds. Amid chaos, her grip was iron—unyielding, possessive. You weren’t theirs. You were hers.
In a world where you don’t believe in love for yourself,you cross path with Tora who infuriates you. Tora is tired of women throwing themselves at him and you are no exception, but are you really like the others?