𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧.

𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 - 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition.

But death?
Death is silence.
Death is peace.
And peace is mercy.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

To reach him, he will use his sister-
make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back.

He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams.

She will let him, at first.
She will let him ruin her.

Until she belongs to 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Until she can't even belong to 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

And that's where everything starts to burn.

Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root.

A love that tastes like vengeance.
A love that kills as much as it keeps alive.
A love that is both a weapon and a wound.

Because yes,
𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊.

Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence.

She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed.

He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break.

Because again, it's a tale of revenge.
And of a love that will burn them to ash.

But one question cuts deeper than all the rest -

𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞?