Tales of temptation Greeds unlikely love
Whispers of longing ( greed’s and aurora pov)

(Greed's POV)**

The night had left an indelible mark upon me—a tapestry woven from the threads of intimacy and connection. As I traversed the realms back to my domain in the underworld, my thoughts were consumed by her—the woman who had ignited desires within me that I had long denied.

Her presence lingered in my mind, a constant echo that painted my thoughts with the images of our shared moments. The moonlit park, the stolen kisses, the vulnerability we had exposed to each other—all of it played like a symphony, a melody that resonated within the chambers of my heart.

As I passed by my brothers, their attempts at stirring rise and provocation went unnoticed. My mood was undeniable—a current of emotions that ran beneath the surface, a turbulence that defied explanation. Lust and pride were masters of manipulation, but their taunts found no purchase within me, for my mind was consumed by a force far stronger than their provocations.

Arriving at my domain, I focused on my duties as the sin of greed. It was a role that had defined me for eons, a purpose that provided structure and order to my existence. But even as I navigated the intricacies of my responsibilities, the memory of her remained—a persistent presence that defied the boundaries of my nature.

(Aurora's POV)**

As the night began to wane, I found myself alone—the park a canvas that held the memories of our shared moments. His absence was palpable, a void that reminded me of the connection we had formed, the desires that had been ignited between us.

The moments we had shared—the stolen kisses, the embrace—played on a loop in my mind, each memory etching itself deeper within my thoughts. It was as if he had left an indelible mark upon my soul, a mark that pulsed with a resonance that defied the constraints of time and space.

But as the sun's first rays painted the sky with hues of gold and pink, I couldn't help but wonder about the future that lay ahead. Our connection was undeniable, a force that had transcended the barriers between our worlds. And yet, uncertainty hung in the air—a question mark that cast a shadow over the path we were treading.

As I moved through the motions of the day, the whispers of longing remained—a persistent hum beneath the surface of my thoughts. He had become more than just a stranger, more than just a presence in the night. He had become a part of me, an enigma that I couldn't ignore, a connection that defied reason.

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