Kept from the Start, I Became His White Moonlight and Red Mole

Some women bloom like poppies, their alluring presence concealing a fatal temptation.

An accidental meeting of eyes can seem to wield a mysterious magic, quietly planting an obsession in the heart.

Once tainted, one has stepped onto a path of no return. Every smile and frown of hers becomes an addictive spell, clinging to the soul and dragging one into a mire of desire. There is no escape; one willingly sinks into it, forever savoring this bone-deep allure.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.