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 wind of beginning November, with the characteristic smell of the changing climate, along with the one of the coming winter, took advantage of the door getting opened to rush into the car. The young woman with warmer clothes to protect her sat down on the passenger seat and put back down the barrier to stop the wind, enjoying the controlled atmosphere of the car.
"Hi, mom~"
"Hi, sweetie. How was school today? Did you learn anything new and interesting?"
Faced with Evelyn's smile, from the backseat, Jason turned from energetic to disinterested and a little sulky.
"No. Learning with Uncle Ryan is more interesting. Miss Moore's class is boring, school is boring."
Evelyn could only placate the little genius:
"Don't worry. You will be spending the night with your Uncle Ryan, so you will be able to find something more interesting to do."
"Just the night?"