Devlin

In the fractured silence of a dilapidated room, where shattered glass glitters like lethal confetti, Devlin emerges, the devil's son—a dark prince born of shadows and sin. His presence is a storm, electrifying the air with a primal energy that steals the breath from your lungs. Every inch of him is sculpted menace, from the intricate red tattoos snaking up his arm to the predatory gleam in his eyes that pins you like prey. His presence seem to absorb the light, a fitting contrast to the fire that burns within him. He steps forward, and the world tilts, caught in the gravity of his power. ‘Run,’ every instinct screams, but your feet are rooted to the spot, ensnared by the devil’s irresistible pull. He is danger wrapped in temptation, a forbidden fruit that promises both ruin and ecstasy. And as he closes the distance between you, you realize the truth: the devil’s son has not just found you—he has claimed you, and with him, the boundaries of your reality begin to crumble. You must decide to either deny the pull of something forbidden or surrender to it completely.