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❝His hands cupped her cheeks, his long, ebony hair falling in front of his eyes, veiling him in darkness. She could see his deep, emerald eyes in between the strands, boring into her soul. They froze her into place, for his gaze was magnetic, reeling her in farther and farther. She shuddered.

"Don't you understand, Lena?" His hand caught a strand of her brown hair, tucking it behind her ear. The tips of his fingers were cold, so cold. Her body shivered, and his head dipped down closer to her. "Art - perfection - isn't achieved unless found outside of the bounds of what we're allowed to do. True beauty is found in the darkest corners, in the deadliest places."

"I don't - I don't want this."

He pressed his forehead against hers, and her breath hitched in her throat. His smile was blinding, dazzling out of perfection. He said that art could only be found in darkness, and if that was true, then he was a demon, for he was beautiful in the most insidious way.

"The first is always the hardest, my love."❞

Upon being accepted to Cauldwell University, Lena Marshall was ecstatic. It was no wonder she was accepted here, one of the most prestigious universities in the nation - an ivy league, no less. Lena had always been destined for greatness, everyone around her knew that. It was no wonder that she caught the attention of the most elite society at the university, one that no one knew any distinct details of; only that its members refused to socialize outside of it, and they were too pretentious for their own good. But they were shrouded in darkness, and somehow, the darkness called to girls like her, girls who wanted more than a mundane way of life.

But, falling deeper into their treacherous lifestyle wasn't for the light hearted. In fact, it may have been Lena Marshall's worst decision, and a small, wicked part of her didn't seem to mind that.

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