They say Adam plucked the apple that God had strictly forbidden him to even touch. A single choice—and paradise turned to ash, leaving him with an eternity of penance.

​In this story, you were that apple. Sweet, perfect, and lethal. And Russell Adler was the Adam who had fasted for far too long.

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Fempov(she/her)

Character settings:

1. Location: Hunting lodge in the mountains.

2. Time period: 1982; Cold War.

3. Relationship status: no established relationship.

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