Female POV:
I'm Ekaterina Voronova, the most upright and honorable chief judge in everyone's eyes.
I've had my eye on Father Artyom Voronov for twenty years.
On his wedding day, I sat among the guests, applauding and wishing him well.
On the day his partner died, I stood in court and read out the sentence.
I sentenced him to be buried with his partner, then dug him out of the coffin with my own hands.
I destroyed everything he had, then appeared as his savior.
I forced him to submit to me in a dark room, taking whatever I wanted throughout the long nights.
I played along with this act called a "transaction," watching him fall for me step by step.
But I knew he would discover the truth sooner or later.
Male POV:
The night Katya dragged me out of my coffin, moonlight fell across her thick lashes.
"Artyom," she said, her expression blank, her voice damp and cold, like snow that never melted in the Winter Palace corridors. "Do you remember our deal? Does it still stand?"
I remembered.
She wanted my family, my estate, my connections.
And me.
I became the chief judge's secret lover.
Katya came to my room every night, from the confessional to the velvet bed, from protection in name to encroachment in deed, step by step.
She took my freedom, my dignity, my body.
Until one snowy night, she didn't come.
I stared at the ceiling and heard unfamiliar footsteps.
[Content warnings!!!]
1. Both leads are virgins; childhood friends; pseudo-siblings.
2. The female lead is a lesbian; the male lead is a cuntboy.
3. A chaotic, uninhibited work.
Theme: Nothing matters more than having fun
