The Devil's Crybaby

She was ordinary. Fragile. Timid. The kind of girl who flinched at loud voices, hid behind her hands, and spent her days wrapped in the comfort of quiet dreams and the gentle embrace of nature. Life was safe. Predictable. Until it wasn't.

One night, everything shattered.

A man with cold, unfeeling eyes and blood on his hands came for her. Dragged her from her bed at midnight. Pulled her into a world she didn't understand. A stranger, merciless and silent, became her captor. And he wouldn't explain why.

He was everything she feared. Brutal. Unforgiving. Dark in a way that made the air around him feel sharp. He lived only for one person. His brother, a man who had lost an eye because of him, a debt he carried like a curse.

And the reason she was here? That brother had seen her at a wedding. Whispers of desire had crossed the wrong ears, and in that instant, her life was stolen without question.

She begged. Pleaded. Tried to understand. He remained cold, unyielding, untouchable. And in her confusion, she convinced herself of a story that wasn't true: that he must love her. That beneath the rough edges, the anger, the cruelty, there was a man capable of tenderness.

She fell for him. Hopelessly. Recklessly. Entirely.

She followed him, confessed to him, clung to the faintest glimpses of softness she thought she saw. Every protective gesture, every glance of anger, every violent act she witnessed, she misread them all as love.

But she was wrong.

She was never meant to be his. She was a gift. A possession to be delivered to someone else.

And by the time the truth claws through her illusions, her heart has already been claimed by the wrong man.

Two brothers. One woman. And in the shadowed corners of their world, where darkness is law and nightmares are real, the game of obsession, and forbidden love begins.