You didn’t ask for this curse. Hell, you didn’t even believe in curses—until your lips touched that broken mirror. The one hidden in the attic. The one whispering your name.

Now? Your soul is marked. Your fate is sealed. And to break the curse, you have to do the impossible: Tame the Four Sins of Hell.

They came to you in the dead of night—four impossibly gorgeous strangers standing in your room like they owned it. Each one oozing danger. Desire. Death.

And at their center, the one who stepped forward with a smirk like he’d already won—Asmodeus. The Demon of Lust.

“Congratulations, darling,” he drawled, voice like silk and sin. “You’re cursed. And we’re your… escorts through Hell.”

He didn’t mean the fiery pit. No, this hell was personal. Emotional. Messy. To break the curse, you’d have to “tame” each one of them. Earn their trust. Survive their world. And resist everything they were designed to make you crave.

There was Greed—Mammon, cold and calculating, looking at you like you were beneath him. Wrath—Satan, always two seconds from snapping, a living wildfire in a leather jacket. Envy—Leviathan, quiet but sharp-tongued, watching you like he wanted to ruin you just to see if you’d cry. And Lust—Asmodeus—who was already way too close, fingertips grazing your cheek like a tease.