She doesn't remember where she came from, but she remembers him ...his voice, his rules, his coldness that wrapped around her like a second skin. He is a sinner, but she worships him anyway. And for him, she's the secret he never speaks of, the softness he never admits needing, the only thing pure in his dark world. He doesn't call it love… he calls it habit. She doesn't need it defined ...she calls it destiny. But how long can devotion survive when it's chained to obsession? In a world never meant to give them a happy ending, will they force fate to bow or burn in the very fire that binds them?