Love, Betrayal, Blood, but not Hatred. Only cold revenge, and a son to complete the family. "D" Section, a nonexistent military unit. "D" for dark, "D" for depth, "D"... for death. It demanded no attachment, and Daemon sacrificed love for it. Years later, the death of his teammates made him feel that he had done enough for the country, so he came back to the city he grew in. But can what has been forsaken be gained back? Because now Evelyn, the one to have breathed vitality in his numb, orphaned heart, had her own life, and a little boy calling her mother. Also, while he left his life full of dead bodies behind, did that life really let him go? From the ashes, will it love or... ? _ _ _ Two lovers who still love each other even with scars left behind by past events. They narrowly miss a chance to meet again and rekindle the lost spark, with him left with an empty heart, and her with her pain renewed, only buried because of the sun of her life, her son, their son… that he knew nothing about. They each continue with their own life in their own way. Their paths even almost become parallel to each other, almost taking the opposite direction with new commitments. But fate be damned, even if it now seems to push them toward each other. From the ashes, their love shall blaze anew. Or maybe not. Find the answer yourself. ___ First draft of characters image on my discord, a channel for fans to get together: https://discord.com/invite/C86EJvCJdd Comment and review, don't forget.
The woman looked at Daemon who was dressed semi-formally, wearing a suit but without a tie, and her smile took a more sincere hue, if for nothing but his handsome appearance. They did meet the previous day, but that didn't prevent her from still having her eyes light up.
She turned her head to the mini-version of Daemon who was looking at her with curiosity, and she must say that the difference that should have come from the mother's side only made him more cute.
"Oh my, is this your son Mr Peak? He is so cute."
"Are the papers ready?"
She kept her smile, but the woman tried not to falter, faced with the neutral expression that seemed to be keeping her at bay, her and any irrelevant people.
"Yes, I have them here, and you can sign them whenever you want, Mr Peak."
She put the documents she had in her arms into the hand Daemon held forward.