“Leaving scars and traces, whether by cutting, tearing, or shattering—only I can do that.”
Clen von Lechelle, a baron born of common blood who needed a noble title.
Lavian Adelaide von Elder, a count’s daughter who needed money to pay off her family’s debts.
Noble elegance, refined grace, lofty pride, and towering self-esteem.
Despite knowing this marriage was born of pure necessity, Clen found everything about Lavian unbearable.
And yet—
“When I look at you, I feel strangely starved.”
She was so utterly pure, thanks to her cold, harsh upbringing.
Clen liked the idea of teaching her everything himself, one by one, and making her entirely his.
He was more than willing to stain what no one else had touched and claim it completely.
Clen began to turn this marriage into a perfect tragedy.
