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.
"I hope you enjoy your evening, madam. Have a good night."
"Thank you, and be careful on the way back."
Evelyn closed the door, her hand now holding the bag the young woman named Hermia had come to deliver.
With a smile, her other hand still fiddling with the card that came with the goods, Evelyn returned to the bedroom. From the bag, she took out a box, transparent, and with a gown visible inside. A beautiful gown that she forced herself to place aside for now, her attention returning to the bag that was not empty yet.
Inside was a box that was obviously for holding jewelry, and beside it was another one that was bigger, which she opened first, and she was amazed by the crystal high heels. She held them up to scrutinize them and appreciate their beauty.