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this story is a bl novel why ? because why not.....idk if you'll like this or not but here goes nothing ......this is based on a novel i read a long time ago....the plot is not exactly the same but yeah that's where the inspo cames from kekek......

hope you'll like this .....

here's a random summary or description what you call it .....

Aiden, broken and desperate, makes a deal with Lucien, a seductive demon: his soul for power, wealth, and fame. But as their connection deepens, Aiden discovers love might be the ultimate price. Can he escape the darkness, or is he forever bound by sin? A dark, steamy BL romance of forbidden love and redemption.

The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the city in a cold, gray haze. Aiden Cross, a struggling artist with a penchant for self-destruction, stood on the edge of the rooftop, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of his failures pressed down on him, suffocating him. He had lost everything—his job, his apartment, and the last shred of hope he had clung to.

"Jump," a voice whispered in his ear, smooth and seductive, like velvet wrapped in darkness. Aiden froze, his breath catching in his throat. He turned slowly, his eyes widening as he saw the figure standing beside him.

The man—no, the being—was impossibly beautiful, with sharp, angular features that seemed carved from marble. His eyes burned like molten gold, and his lips curled into a smirk that sent shivers down Aiden's spine. He was dressed in a tailored black suit that seemed to absorb the light around him, and his presence was both intoxicating and terrifying.

"Who—what are you?" Aiden stammered, taking a step back.

The figure tilted his head, his smirk widening. "I'm the one who can give you everything you've ever wanted," he said, his voice dripping with temptation. "Power, wealth, fame... all you have to do is say the word."

Aiden's heart raced. He knew he should run, should turn away from this... this thing that radiated danger. But the offer was too tempting, too alluring. He had nothing left to lose.

"What's the catch?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The figure's golden eyes gleamed with amusement. "Your soul," he said simply. "But don't worry, darling. I'll take good care of it."

Aiden hesitated, his mind racing. He had always been a skeptic, never believing in heaven or hell, angels or demons. But standing here, face to face with this otherworldly being, he couldn't deny the truth. This was real. This was him.

"Deal," Aiden whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain.

The figure's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, revealing sharp, white teeth. "Excellent," he purred, stepping closer. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Aiden's cheek, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "I'm Lucien, by the way. But you can call me... your new master."

Aiden's breath hitched as Lucien leaned in, his lips brushing against his ear. "Welcome to the rest of your life, darling."

the end for now......

hello ya'll.....here's the second chapter

hope ya'll like this chapter

Aiden woke up in a luxurious penthouse, the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sat up, his head spinning as he tried to process what had happened. It felt like a dream, but the ache in his muscles and the lingering scent of Lucien's cologne told him otherwise.

He looked around, his eyes widening as he took in the opulence of the room. The walls were adorned with priceless art, the furniture was sleek and modern, and the view of the city was breathtaking. This was everything he had ever wanted... but at what cost?

"Good morning, darling," Lucien's voice purred from the doorway. Aiden turned to see him leaning against the frame, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. He was dressed in a silk robe that clung to his body, revealing just enough to make Aiden's mouth go dry.

"Did you sleep well?" Lucien asked, his smirk widening as he stepped into the room. He moved with a predatory grace, his every step sending shivers down Aiden's spine.

Aiden swallowed hard, his heart racing. "What... what happens now?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Lucien chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made Aiden's stomach flip. "Now, darling, we have some fun," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "You belong to me now, and I intend to make the most of it."

Aiden's breath hitched as Lucien closed the distance between them, his fingers trailing down his chest. "You're mine, Aiden," he whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I never let go of what's mine."

Aiden's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, desire, confusion. He knew he should resist, should fight against the pull of this dangerous, seductive being. But as Lucien's lips brushed against his, all rational thought fled his mind.

He was lost, bound by sin, and there was no turning back.

Aiden’s hands trembled as they instinctively reached for Lucien, his fingers tangling in the soft fabric of the demon’s robe. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of heat through his veins. He hated how easily Lucien could unravel him, how his body betrayed his mind, craving the very thing that would destroy him.

Lucien’s lips were warm against his, a stark contrast to the cold, calculating glint in his golden eyes. Aiden’s breath hitched as the demon deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming him with a possessiveness that left no room for resistance. It was a kiss that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure, a reminder of the deal they had struck—a deal Aiden could never undo.

When Lucien finally pulled away, Aiden’s chest heaved, his heart pounding like a drum. The demon’s smirk was back, sharper than ever, as if he could see the turmoil raging inside Aiden’s mind.

“You’re overthinking again, darling,” Lucien murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Aiden’s spine. He traced a finger along Aiden’s jawline, his touch feather-light yet searing. “Relax. You’re mine now, and I take care of what’s mine.”

Aiden wanted to protest, to demand answers, but the words caught in his throat. Lucien’s presence was intoxicating, a dangerous blend of charm and menace that left him breathless. He knew he should resist, should fight against the pull of this seductive being, but every fiber of his being was drawn to Lucien like a moth to a flame.

“What do you want from me?” Aiden finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucien’s eyes gleamed with amusement, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Everything,” he said simply, his voice dripping with dark promise. “But for now, let’s start with breakfast. You’ll need your strength, darling. The day is young, and I have plans for you.”

Aiden’s stomach churned at the implication, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him at Lucien’s words. He was trapped in a gilded cage, bound by sin and desire, and there was no escape.

As Lucien turned and strode toward the door, his robe swaying with every step, Aiden couldn’t help but follow. He was already in too deep, and the worst part was—he wasn’t sure he wanted to be saved.

the end

hello ya'll and welcome to chapter 3

yk what if you made it here i'm really proud of you......that you even read this story lol

really appricaiate your support rn.....love ya'll

Days turned into weeks, and Aiden found himself falling deeper into Lucien's world. The demon was everything he had ever wanted—charming, powerful, and utterly intoxicating. But with each passing day, Aiden felt the weight of his decision pressing down on him.

Lucien was relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, dragging Aiden into a world of decadence and sin. They attended lavish parties, where the elite of the city fawned over Lucien, their eyes filled with both fear and desire. Aiden watched as Lucien manipulated them with ease, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief.

But as much as Aiden tried to lose himself in the hedonistic lifestyle, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He had sold his soul to a demon, and there was no escaping the consequences.

One night, as they lay tangled together in the sheets, Aiden turned to Lucien, his heart heavy with guilt. "Why me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you choose me?"

Lucien's smirk softened, his golden eyes meeting Aiden's. "Because, darling," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, "you were already broken. And broken things are so much more fun to play with."

Aiden's heart ached at the words, but he couldn't deny the truth in them. He had been broken long before Lucien came into his life. But now, as he lay in the arms of a demon, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a terrible mistake.

"Don't overthink it, darling," Lucien purred, his fingers trailing down Aiden's chest. "You're mine now, and I'll take care of you. Just let go."

Aiden closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Lucien's touch wash over him. He knew he was falling deeper into the abyss, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was bound by sin, and there was no escape.

Aiden’s breath hitched as Lucien’s fingers traced patterns across his skin, each touch igniting a fire that burned away his doubts, if only for a moment. The demon’s presence was overwhelming, a constant reminder of the deal they had struck—a deal that had seemed like salvation at the time but now felt like a chain tightening around his soul.

“You think too much,” Lucien murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr that sent shivers down Aiden’s spine. “You always have. It’s one of the things I find most endearing about you, darling.”

Aiden’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Lucien’s golden gaze. There was something unsettling about the way the demon looked at him, as if he could see straight through to the very core of his being. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Aiden hated how much he craved that attention.

“I just…” Aiden hesitated, his voice trembling. “I can’t stop wondering what happens next. What happens when you get bored of me? When I’m no longer… entertaining?”

Lucien’s smirk widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Aiden’s ear. “Oh, darling,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You underestimate yourself. You’re far more interesting than you realize. And as for boredom…” He trailed off, his fingers tightening possessively around Aiden’s wrist. “Let’s just say I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon.”

Aiden’s heart raced, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through him. He wanted to believe Lucien, to lose himself in the demon’s promises, but the rational part of his mind screamed at him to run, to fight, to do something to break free from this gilded cage.

But then Lucien’s lips were on his again, hot and demanding, and all thoughts of escape vanished. Aiden’s hands found their way to Lucien’s shoulders, gripping tightly as if he could anchor himself in the storm of emotions threatening to consume him. The kiss was fierce, possessive, and Aiden couldn’t help but respond, his body betraying his mind once more.

When Lucien finally pulled away, Aiden was breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The demon’s golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he brushed a strand of hair from Aiden’s forehead with a tenderness that felt almost genuine.

“Sleep, darling,” Lucien said, his voice soft but commanding. “You’ll need your strength for tomorrow. I have plans for us.”

Aiden wanted to ask what those plans were, but the words died on his lips as exhaustion washed over him. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of Lucien’s body beside him lull him into a restless sleep.

As he drifted off, one thought lingered in his mind: he was in too deep, and there was no way out. He was bound by sin, bound to Lucien, and no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, a part of him didn’t want to escape.

And that scared him more than anything.

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