Lead Me Not Into Temptation
E | 8.7 K | non-con
Feyre Archeron, the Lady of Spring has been married to the High Lord for a few years now, and is delightfully, perfectly, and incandescently happy, thank you very much.
That is, until her eyes begin to wander at the High Lords' meetings.
Thus begins an intricate dance of skirting around the edges of ballrooms, where the High Lord of Night pretends that he does not see the Lady Feyre looking at him, and in turn, the Lady of Spring pretends that she is not looking.
But Feyre should have known that if you gaze too long into the darkness, the darkness begins to gaze back.
And want.
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