“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

It was almost time for the tea party to come to an end. The guests were saying their final farewells and Anna finally felt free from the shackles of the tiresome talks the demons liked.


She let out a heavy sigh as she wandered a little away from the gathered to get some fresh air. 


Surprisingly, Serena was also there. During the whole party, she didn't appear to be in a good mood even once. Her mind seemed to be away most of the time as if she was indulged in deep thoughts.


"Was the party not good?" Anna tried to strike a conversation, she almost felt bad for Serena since she didn't appear to be a person who can stay silent for a long time.


Their first meeting had given a very different impression.


"It was okay," Serena creased her brows, not welcoming the question, "I am sure you enjoyed it."


"Yeah very," Anna said flatly, "Especially the enlightening conversation about a thousand ways of punishing slaves."


The Worst Sin of All