In the heart of a pristine garden, where sunlight danced upon leaves of emerald, grew a singular vine. Its stems were thick with apples, each one a jewel of glowing hues. This was no ordinary crop; it was the cursed bounty, whispered about in tales. Its fragrance was said to seduce, and its flavor promised a epiphany. But the fruit was guarded by

The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable heat radiating from the forbidden gaze locked between them. They yearned for each other, their souls ablaze with a burning passion that dared not speak its name. Years of suppression had only fueled the fire within, until finally, the dam broke. Clinging together Stolen promises Their forms coll