"The more you run, the deeper I sink into the madness of needing you, My Rose." 
The blade sank in with ease. Blood splattered across the floor, warm on his skin, yet his deep laughter filled the room. His fingers were covered in bloodstains, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he brought the rose to his nose, closing his eye as he deeply inhaled, as if trying to draw every essence of her "Vanilla&Roses". 
"Oh, my sweetheart", he whispered, voice coated in something sinful."My love, My Madness''
His lashes fluttered as he drew in another breath. 
"You haunt me, Ella. In my veins. In my sleep. And every time I try to forget you, I end up crawling back to you. My only salvation,My only addiction, only mine."

A year ago~ Blood soaked through his shirt.
He was losing too much, too fast. And yet, all he could see was her trembling hands on his chest, pressing hard, her breath ragged as she held him upright. She pinned him against the wall to stop the bleeding. He could barely stand. His mask was on, but his eyes met her deep, wild, wanting.
“Why are you helping me?”
he rasped. She didn't answer with words; she just looked at him, as if he weren't a monster, and that was just the start of his unraveling.  Since then, Sylus has returned to her, watching her. Craving her. Getting entangled in each other's worlds.
She doesn't remember that night, or maybe she does? She became the only thing he wanted.
The only thing he couldn’t have. Now she stands beside Asher, the man who thinks he can protect her. The man who touches what doesn’t belong to him. But
" Sylus has seen every shade of Ella . The soft.The defiant. The ambitious, and each version  pulled him deeper and deeper into his obsession for her"
"My Ella. Eres mia," you belong to me." I let you loose just for a while, and now the hunt begins, sweetheart. There is no running from me."

The story has just begun. An obsessive love triangle, tangled in secrets and desire.
Where will it end? Who will claim her heart… or her soul?
What is Asher hiding beneath his perfect smile?
And what storm swept everything away, rewriting fates?
The past is bleeding into the present.
And this time, running isn’t enough.But the past never stays buried. Not when love turns to obsession.
Not when two men are willing to burn the world for her.

"You're not here to be saved, little Rose. You're here to be ruined beautifully, exquisitely, entirelyby Me. Call it Worship. Call it Obsession. But when she's beneath me, begging,it's salvation wrappedin sin." - S


Chapter 1 - DEDICATION