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.
*Honk* *Honk*
The honking sounds startled Cynthia, and she instinctively relaxed the hands that had tightened on the steering wheel while she had been unaware. She was pulled out of her thoughts, surprised that she was at a red light, and struggling to reconcile herself with the memory of herself stopping her car, as she had not even been aware of that.
Her heart sped up from the adrenaline her body released at that moment, and she had to force herself to press the gas pedal with no abrupt movement.
It took her a moment before she managed to return to normal, at least somewhat, and she breathed deeply a few times, just for sake of it, just to recompose herself.