Dance with the Devil

They called him the King.

King of the underworld.

He was a being to be feared and worshipped as he was born from darkness. He has sinned, he has crushed and ruined. He has killed. There was blood on his hands. He carried that aura to haunt the souls of living beings. He was a trickster and manipulative, but he was loyal too.

                            He was loyal and kind to those who kept their belief in him. He would die for them and won’t hesitate to slaughter for them. Of all, he was Don of Italy and Valentine Romero was his name. Ruthlessness was all he could muster and mercy is what he never gave.

                       Still, she fell for him and discovered the flaws hidden from all eyes. She kept her faith in him, well cognizant that how his hands were covered in blood. His soul reeked of obscurity and danger described his cynosure. Still, she bared her heart to him and gave away the key to remission. In her light, when he basked, he encountered a world that he never believed in before. He felt the emotions which he never understood before. She is Crystal Volkov, and taking risks is her favorite pastime.

They call him cruel, nevertheless, he came on his knees and cried when destiny tested his love.

It may be a cliché story but it’s just a love story of a man who has sinned deeper than the burning core.

He was a villain, miscreant and menacing for the world. But for her, he was a hero who has touched her soul.