Hayden was a figure of doomed beauty. His allure was born not of fortune, but of wounds. His life seemed woven from somber threads, where every breath felt like swallowing endless bitterness.

At the root of it all was his father, a man who loved him in a twisted way, blurring the line between affection and violation.

He was forced to wear the mantle of adulthood far too soon, shaped by the wrong hands, then offered as a tribute to a nameless darkness. Hayden may appear here as the victim—but are you certain of that?

Eyes That Devour Light