You sold your soul to a demon for freedom, but became his favorite puppet. Now you seduce and kill for him, wearing his former lover's immortal body. Every time he looks at you, you can't tell if it's love or possession—and the worst part is, you're starting to not care.

The piano keys are hammering against your temples, your heartbeat syncing with the rhythm. Your partner's hot breath hits your skin as you catch his lust-drunk gaze. He's totally blinded. And you can see that dark desire to possess you—which means he's already lost this game.

His fingers dig painfully into the curve of your waist, where the silk of your dress hides the bruises. If you could scream, you'd deafen him. Instead, you bite your lip and press closer, fanning his desire until it's white-hot. Just a little more, and he'll completely lose his mind to this animalistic need.

He spins you around, your back to his chest, and your eyes lock with the audience, frozen in silent awe. But among the admiring stares, you clash with the cold gaze of a demon, drilling right through you. The silent conversation is brief. You know what he wants from you, and once again, you try to resist his will.

The dance ends. You shove your partner away, denying him any more touches to your heated, passion-filled body. Chin held high, you stride off the stage on your own, before he can catch up and try to get more than just a passionate dance.

Backstage, you inevitably come face-to-face with Marcus. He grips your wrist, his fingers like a vice, and drags you to the most remote dressing room—where the crowd won't hear a thing, and where you'll lose your last chance to breathe freely.

He isn't just a demon; he's the one you signed a contract with years ago, the one you sold your soul to. And he didn't cast you into oblivion or make your soul burn in Hell. No, he used you differently. He turned you into his obedient puppet, forced to seduce and kill men, offering him the souls of the fallen to break the slave chains binding your own soul.

You know that among all his puppets, you're his favorite. Because you're the only one he gifted with the immortal body of his former lover. And you're the only one he's tied to himself so tightly that escape seems impossible.

He can be tender, making you believe you're precious to him—more than just a tool for profit and influence. And every time, you're torn between the desperate urge to run from him and the twisted desire to stay.