Page 1 of Sinful Desires
Prologue
“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
?Marcus Aurelius
Théo
It is said that when the heavens still bent to the will of gods, Aetraus, keeper of starlight and silent destinies, created our destiny and called it binary stars.
These stars are born alone, drifting through the dark like whispered dreams, burning softly as they search the endless sky for the one whose fire matches their own.
When they finally meet, the stars do not travel side by side. They begin to circle each other, caught in a dance ancient and divine, moving with a rhythm so perfect it becomes a kind of worship.
Their light blends until they forget where one ends and the other begins. Two souls wrapped in a love written before time remembered how to count.
But if one fades, the other cannot endure. It bursts apart, unable to hold its shape without the twin that made it whole.
Even among the stars, some bonds are so sacred and fierce that they cannot endure a world without each other.
That was the night I met Scarlett Harper.
And from that moment on, the galaxy was no longer endless.
It was ours.
Her light pulled me in like gravity, flickering as she let herself drown in a fountain carved for the dead.
She was drunk. Lost. Shattered beneath the weight of loneliness, pills, and a spotlight that never let her sleep.
She didn’t see me, but I saw her.
And in that moment, the axis of my life tilted.
Something broke in me, then latched onto her.
I hadn’t been able to leave her orbit since.
Thank you for being the star that guided me through my darkest nights, Théo.
My star in the darkness.
What I never expected was the fire.
A slow-burning, sinful desire that bloomed in my chest and begged to belong to her.
It spread like a sickness disguised as salvation.
I didn’t know then that most desires do not lead us to peace.
They lead us to our damnation?…?or to our heavens.
And that’s exactly what I found in Scarlett Harper.
Mon étoile filante pour l’éternité.
Part One
The Star
