“I think I'd miss you even if we’d never met,” Azrael whispered as his fingers trailed the side of her face, leaving an alluring warmth.
Anna’s throat became dry, “We shouldn’t have met then―”
“No,” he said, “Even if it means losing everything, I would rather have you.”
They were destined to fall from the start. A forsaken bond. A hopeless cause. And yet, in that stolen moment, Anna didn’t care anymore, neither did he.
* * * 
Anna is a human in a world where her kind is treated like dust, while Azrael is the demon duke infamous for his ruthlessness and bewitching looks.
On a fateful night, her life gets entangled with him. Azrael takes her as his fiance, however, theirs is a relationship formed over a contract; a marriage of convenience.
In a land where the hatred between humans and demons runs deeper than blood, she can not let her guard down. 
Anna harbors no feelings for the handsome duke, nor for his kind. Though that doesn’t stop her heart from stuttering whenever he’s near, nor the ghost of a familiar fear to surge at the sound of his voice.
But he’s always near.
Telling her what to do.
Making her feel warmer, hotter than he should.
* * * 
To yearn for someone who is forbidden to you is a terrifying feeling. To burn from desire and never speak of it, to have a secret that is horrible to almost everyone, to hide something that could ruin everything.
This is a story carved in hidden desires, inked in blood, and sealed with a fatal sin. Will Anna make it out alive? Or will her heart lead to her downfall?

The Duke's Secret Sin

He had appeared behind her, with steps as light as a feather but an aura that was enough to send a shudder down the spine. 


Anna could tell how much the crown prince enjoyed enticing that reaction from Azrael by the way he let out a heartfelt laugh. His face changed into a vision of relaxed joy and unrestrained mirth. 


"My offer will always be there," Rafael smiled at Anna. 


Azrael took her hand and brought her close beside him, "Your carriage is ready." 


Rafael was surprised, "It isn't supposed to—” 


Azrael pointed at the lady who stood a little far with a bewildered and confused expression. 


The lady in question had no idea what the duke was talking about. It earned another amused smile from Rafael. He mockingly bowed to Azrael. 


"Pardon me, Your Grace. I won't hold back your fiance." 


Remove Your Gown