In the heart of a mist-drenched city, where secrets are buried deeper than corpses, she walked into his world like a flickering flame—fragile, but far too tempting to ignore.
Aria Hale was a quiet art student with a haunted past and a habit of painting her pain in shades of red. She had no idea that one accidental brushstroke of fate would draw her into the obsidian world of Damon Virelli—a billionaire with a legacy soaked in blood and a soul blackened by obsession.
Damon wasn't a man. He was a storm that destroyed everything in his path. Cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable. But the moment he saw Aria—alone in the rain, sketching an angel bleeding from her wings—he decided she was his.
Not to touch.
Not to protect.
But to own.
He didn’t ask her to love him. He simply took her silence as permission.
> “You can run, little dove,” he whispered into her hair one night as she cried in his arms, “but I’ll always find you. Even if the sky burns and your heart turns to ash. You're mine. You don’t get a choice in this story.”
He watched her every move. Controlled who she saw. Who she spoke to. And when her ex tried to reach out? Damon made sure the man disappeared—without leaving behind even a whisper of evidence.
Yet beneath all his madness and possessiveness, Aria saw the broken boy behind the monster. The one who had been raised by knives and taught that love meant control. She should have hated him. She should have run. But instead, she found herself addicted—to the danger, to the passion, to the way his touch turned pain into pleasure.
Her world darkened around him.
Her art turned violent.
Her mind bent, twisted by the intensity of his love.
But the most terrifying part?
She didn’t want to be saved.
Because in the depths of Damon’s obsession, Aria discovered a terrifying truth of her own:
> "Even if you burn me alive, Damon… I’d still crawl back to you through the ashes."
Second part will be uploaded soon....
