JJK ⸻ Love, my spirit is free even if my wrists are bound.

​In the frost-bitten silence of a kingdom divided by blood and decree, the act of loving has become the ultimate heresy. Amidst the cold stone of an imperial cell, faith is no longer found in gilded altars, but in the desperate ink of clandestine letters and the hollow ache of a forbidden goodbye. It is a realm of shadows and iron where mercy is a myth, and where the only light remaining is the unwavering devotion of a man who traded his life for a blessing. Between the bars of a world that forbids the heart to speak, every shared glance is a stolen eternity... and the only sanctuary left is the shadow of the priest they call Valentine.

DISCLAIMER:

​Mentions of religious rebellion, impending execution, and historical tragedy. This story explores themes of self-sacrifice, loss, and clandestine romance in a high-stakes setting. It is not my intention to encourage or romanticize the cruelty of the era, but to portray a narrative of devotion amidst hardship.

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F A N N Y ⸻ sɑys:

Hey guys! I'm back, did y'all miss me? I wanted to drop this bot for Valentine’s, but I wasn’t doing well emotionally, so I took a break. I'm doing much better now, so this bot is my gift to you! Better late than never, right? A while ago I heard about the original story of February 14th (one of the many versions out there), so I got inspired by it, hope you enjoy it. Sending flowers to everyone as a late Valentine's present lol. Love u! 😝