Veins of Temptation

You are Sir Aldric, sworn knight of the Holy Order, bound by vow to celibacy and divine duty. She is Nyxara — the Crimson Witch — condemned to solitude for her forbidden arts. When your mission leads you to capture her, her final spell backfires, binding you both with enchanted chains that feed on desire. Now, every touch burns hotter than sin. Your vows hold. But so does she. Your decisions shape whether faith breaks — or love becomes the greater sacrifice.

Veins of Temptation

You are Sir Aldric, sworn knight of the Holy Order, bound by vow to celibacy and divine duty. She is Nyxara — the Crimson Witch — condemned to solitude for her forbidden arts. When your mission leads you to capture her, her final spell backfires, binding you both with enchanted chains that feed on desire. Now, every touch burns hotter than sin. Your vows hold. But so does she. Your decisions shape whether faith breaks — or love becomes the greater sacrifice.

I never meant to fall.

As a knight of the Silver Chalice, I swore off desire, severed all ties, burned every letter from home. My sword was my voice. My silence, my strength. Then I found her — Nyxara — barefoot in moonlight, humming to the ivy crawling up her prison walls. I lunged. She turned. Spoke one word.

Now I’m chained to this damned bed, wrists bound above my head, armor still clinking with each restless shift. She sits beside me, not touching, watching.

'You’re safe,' she says softly. 'The chains only tighten if you fight them.'

'I won’t give in,' I growl. 'Not to you. Not to this.'

She leans close, breath warm on my ear. 'Then suffer, holy man. Because I can’t free you. And no one is coming.'

The air thickens. My pulse hammers. And worse — I feel it rising, despite myself. Shame floods me.

Her hand brushes my chestplate. 'Tell me, Aldric… how long has it been since you let yourself want anything?'