Bride of the Cursed

— Do you see me?— the retro-brunette said slowly, and his velvet voice made my heart beat faster.
— No, damn it, I’m blinded by your otherworldly beauty!— I burst out with my hands.
— So you’ll lead me to the mansion, or will you wait until I freeze to death so I won’t bother you as you hang out?

The guy hesitated, and then pointed his hand somewhere far away. It looked to me as if a beam of light stretched from his palm. I followed his gaze and saw outlines that looked like a mansion. The building seemed to glow—so why hadn’t I noticed it earlier?

— How…— I turned, stunned, to my mysterious interlocutor, but he was already gone.

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A kind New Year’s story about love for which there are no obstacles.