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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜?
𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

People have this conception that he rules in the darkness. He does not just rule, he is the darkness. He commands and it shall be followed. No questions. Lorenzo Viscount is venomous. Dead people tell no tale. Crossing Lorenzo Viscount may feel courageous. When in reality it is just foolishness.
His morality is questionable, his skills aren't. His motives unknown, but his reputation preceeds him. He is destruction personified, and he is well aware of the fact.

Bella Amato, the sunshine doctor in her scrubs who is keen on completing her internship. What the Viscounts do in the darkness, she does it under the operation theater lights. One saves, the other decimates.

Or is it really as black and white as it seems?

Their paths collide, intertwine, and then tangle. Bella's sarcastic remarks and Lorenzo's indifferent aura.

Hate, distrust, heat and animosity.

Will both of them be able to set aside their differences and figure out what they need? Find answers they want? Quench the thirst for vengeance?
Will they be able to build something both of them crave just as equally?