It’s not even night, but it feels like night

Andra Aveline and Dustin Airac despised each other to the point of pure hatred. “Do the esteemed young lord wear his eyes only as decoration?” “Does the virtuous young lady of House Aveline not speak, but merely babble?” No one could have predicted that the two of them would be thrown together into an undiscovered dungeon— or that they would fall under a spell that ignites uncontrollable desire. Unable to go all the way unless it’s with each other? Crossing a river of irreversible craving happened in an instant. "It’s because of you…" That I’m coming undone.