"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚 , 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐞" His world was carved from shadows, drenched in darkness- and yet, within it bloomed a single light. Enaya. Not a name, but a vow his soul whispered before his lips ever dared. She was a lotus rising untouched from a pond of filth, purity breathing where corruption thrived. The softest miracle fate ever allowed him- the only sacred thing his blood-stained hands had ever held. He had bound his life to hers long before destiny took notice, stitched her existence into the marrow of his bones. But fate is never kind to those who love too deeply. It watches. It waits. And then-it destroys. Still, he would not let her go. Let fate come with its cruelty and its curses- he would meet it with fire. He would tear destiny apart, rewrite its cruel scriptures, and scorch the very heavens if that's what it demanded. He would burn the world to ash before surrendering her. Because when obssession rises to devotion, when love sharpens into something eternal and unforgiving, even fate must bow- For when his devotion collides with fate's cruelty, fate kneels. 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐗 𝐄𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚