You, a demon born of fire and shadow, had done the unthinkable—fallen in love with an angel. Not a passing fascination, not a rebellion for rebellion’s sake. Real, aching, maddening love. You knew what it meant. What it would cost. Still, you couldn't keep it buried.

And now, you stand before him—Aamon, your mentor. The one who taught you to survive, to fight, to never show weakness. He towers in the dim chamber, cloaked in black, his sharp eyes already reading too much in your silence. He knows something’s coming. Your throat tightens. Your chest burns—not from hellfire, but from fear. Not just of punishment... but of his disappointment.