SIN-Adrik KovonovThe first time I met her, I sinned. The last time I met her, I repented and rescued her from the flames she set up and then she vanished without a trace.

Since then, I had resolved to leave her undisturbed, despite the vivid dreams of her fiery flamed hair haunting my thoughts for countless years – a fixation that I thought faded away until I met her in a casino- gambling and playing jackpot. She looked marvelous and again- she claimed my mind until my therapist diagnosed me with a love obsession syndrome, and the only way to make it way- was 'couple therapy'.

Inna MarkovI lived hiding. While others pursued formal education; my lessons centered around the intricacies of life.

I made from gambling my living- I mastered the game. I loved how men crawled when they found that I was a woman.

Until him, he never crawled. However, everything shifted when I started to receive burned roses wherever I went until I encountered him in that hallway.

Our eyes had mirrored the frigidity of the falling snow. That night, he made one thing clear – he would never let me go, even if it meant we sin together.

He didn't care, and neither did I was born to be a sinner. We rose from ashes and sins.

From Ashes and SinsHe was the man whose presence alone was enough to evoke a silence more ominous than that of a cemetery. they call him Sin, the unholy Sin.

Emerging from the gritty streets of Russia, she carved out a life of her own, fueled by the thrill of gambling and the solace of painting. With every stroke of the brush, she sought to escape the icy grip of her own heart.

But fate had other plans in store for her. When she crossed paths with Sin, she had no idea she was about to be plunged into a world far more wicked and depraved than any she had ever known.

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