Revenge burns in his veins. Despair threatens to swallow her whole. Two paths. One reckoning. And nothing will ever be the same.

Writing was never a path I chased; it found me quietly. This started as a little spark of fun, a hobby, something just for me. Worlds built from ink and imagination offered shelter when reality felt too sharp.The kind of stories that pull you under and refuse to let go. Books saved me more than once, gave me air when life felt tight.
I hope this one gave you the same escape ? a world to fall into, to lose yourself in, and maybe find something new on the other side.

Thank you for reading. The story isn't over ? not even close.