Marked by the Devil Introduction

𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓻

"𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤... 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝?"

She has a delicate, almost ethereal beauty like something out of a dream. Her eyes, wide and filled with wonder, hold the soft glow of innocence, reflecting a world she still believes in. Whether they are a shade of warm honey, soft blue, or deep green, they shimmer with quiet curiosity. Her skin is smooth, untouched by hardship, with a natural glow that makes her seem almost angelic. Her hair, whether cascading in gentle waves or falling in silky straight strands, adds to her softness, framing a face full of quiet grace. She moves with an effortless lightness, as if she floats rather than walks, and her smile gentle, warm, and unguarded has the power to disarm even the coldest of hearts. She dresses in soft, flowing fabrics, never harsh or bold, mirroring the gentle nature of her soul. Everything about her speaks of warmth, of purity, of a light untouched by the shadows of the world.

𝓥𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓸𝓿

"𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣... 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕠'𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝?....

He is a man forged in the dark, where mercy is a weakness and power is everything. Tall and imposing, his presence alone commands fear—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and eyes as cold as the steel he carries. His gaze is calculating, predatory, a silent promise of destruction to those who dare cross him. Scars, faint yet undeniable, map his past across his knuckles and along his arms, whispers of battles won and sins committed. Dressed in tailored suits darker than midnight, he moves with the controlled grace of a predator—calm, deliberate, and lethal. His voice is smooth, deep, laced with quiet menace, yet when he speaks, people listen, because silence from him is far deadlier than any threat. To the world, he is ruthless, untouchable. A king in a kingdom of blood and shadows. But beneath the layers of cruelty and control, there lies something dangerous—something he refuses to acknowledge. A heart, buried beneath years of violence, waiting for the one reckless enough to reach it.