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 SUV slowed down, before pulling over. Silence reigned in the car for a moment longer, before Evelyn spoke, her voice mirroring in its own way the complexity in her eyes:
"Why did you come?"
Why did he come today? Why didn't he stay away?
Daemon turned to look at the woman who had been in his heart since he had been 17 or something like that. Almost ten years, but he was not tired of her. Rather, he wanted to keep feeling her presence, her warmth for the many years to come.
His silence, compounded with the slight softness uncharacteristic of his temperament displayed in his eyes, made Evelyn's heart skip a beat. Her eyes almost turned moist, but not because of how moved she was, reading his love for her in his eyes, but because how that love was only tearing her apart even more.
"I can't do what you are asking of me, Evelyn."
The calm tone brought Evelyn's mind back, and she did not know what to feel at the answer.
"But–"