"He's the devil in disguise."
That was the kind of man that everyone thought he was. Thousands of lives had been ended in his hands, families torn apart, homes consumed by flames -- they feared him, they hated him, and they wanted him dead.
"He has no weaknesses."
That was what they told her when they sent her to his side. Her mission? To uncover a single crack beneath the seemingly perfect facade of the devil, so that they could deal him the critical blow.
She thought she had prepared herself for everything that was to be expected.
She didn't expect him.
I've always been fascinated by wartime stories and there are way too few dramas that feature that sort of a backdrop. I guess it's because during times of war, things are so uncertain and it makes every single day all the more precious, knowing that you might wake up the next and your loved one might no longer be beside you.
Please be warned that this story is likely to contain mature themes (though not alot and no PwP that's for sure). Chapters with mature content will be marked [M], so please do skip them if you are uncomfortable.
Really not liking the title very much, but alas, can't think of a better one at the moment.
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