If you are close to you, you will be close to pain; if you are far away, you will be far away from happiness.
Serafina Valombre made a fatal mistake when she was fifteen years old - she allowed Percival Rosemond's eyes to stay on her for more than three seconds.
The moment the arrow of Eros arrived uninvited, the wind whistled against the branches. He is the star of Slytherin, the proud son of pure blood, with a smile filled with poisonous honey. She should have been vigilant, but she fell into his game step by step.
Serafina should have turned around and left.
But she knew the danger, but she was willing to drink poison to quench her thirst.
Percival Rosemond had been a master of calculations all his life, but at a dim moment in the morning light, he discovered that he had already carved her name into his bones.
But dear, in the darkest era of the magical world, love has never been salvation. When the Dark Mark was burned into their fates and burned on their left arms, when love and ambition ran counter to each other, and each other's wands pointed at each other's hearts, Serafina finally smiled——
"Look, we can't even torture each other until we die."
Some mistakes have to be repaid with life.
Intention: You are scored on my heart.