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Love from the ashes

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.

LifeDayDreams · 现代言情
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276 Chs

135 - From the ashes

When Daemon laid his opened eyes on the world at the same time as the sun today, he looked no different from usual. His dark eyes were calm, and his hair was as rebellious as always, though its short length added to his dark knight's charm.

He spent a moment fixing the ceiling with his unperturbed eyes, before rising from the bed. But if one looked closer, one would see a certain flicker pass through his eyes, as last night's events replayed themselves in his mind. Unlike Evelyn, he didn't try to sample any remnant warmth on his lips by touching them, but he did let them curve into a small smile.

The change in expression was fleeting, and he returned to the one he always had the next moment.