He stole my body, but it’s my heart he wants to keep.
I swore I’d never let another man break me—not after the hell I’ve already survived. But Asmodeus didn’t give me a choice. He took me, claimed me, and bound me to a future I never asked for.
One of Hell’s most feared archdemons, he’s cruel, possessive, and infuriatingly determined to make me his. I should hate him. Some days I do.
But then I see the cracks in his armor—the father who doesn’t know how to love, the monster who can’t stop destroying what he wants to protect.
They say the River of Woe drowns everything it touches in grief. Maybe that’s true. Or maybe it’s teaching me that love can take root even in sorrow… even if it costs me my soul.
