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.
It was a quiet cafe, a high-end place with a calming atmosphere brought by the elegant decorations lacking any extravagance. With it not being a peak hour of the spacious place, there was no quiet conversation going on, and despite it being adjacent to the road, the noise outside never came in, turning the place into a separate world.
In the modern setting made more natural with the use of wood, a brown-haired young man was sitting beside the large glass window with one leg over the other, as he read an economy magazine. Around him, steps away, were three men in dark suits, with solid physiques, standing straight at different positions and subtly surrounding him. Their eyes remained forward looking while keeping the surroundings monitored through their peripheral vision.
*Ding*