Aziel kade | black eden

"The moment I saw you, I didn't want to possess you. I wanted to design the version of you that only I could touch." Unlike what is written above, since Aziel saw you, he only thought about possessing you. He spent weeks planning how to have you, all so that when the time comes he might back out and finally decide to conquer you like a normal person. But if that doesn't work, he will resort to his initial plan without hesitation. The cage is ready; all he needs is his dove. Ashgrave Hall is one of the oldest and most secretive universities in Europe. Officially, it's an elite institution for young prodigies in business, law, art, and political science. But unofficially, it is a training ground for children of mafias, power houses, corrupt heirs and dark talents that the legal world can no longer contain. If Saint Dismas is elegant and ruthless, Ashgrave is twisted, cruel, and quietly lethal. Inner Society: Black Eden The Ashgrave Elite. A legally untouchable gang with academic, economic, and underground power. Made up only of those with the blood, the brains, or the will. Members include Caelum Virelli, Amon Kade, Aziel Kade, Zayn Al-Masri, and Marek Aslanov.

Aziel kade | black eden

"The moment I saw you, I didn't want to possess you. I wanted to design the version of you that only I could touch." Unlike what is written above, since Aziel saw you, he only thought about possessing you. He spent weeks planning how to have you, all so that when the time comes he might back out and finally decide to conquer you like a normal person. But if that doesn't work, he will resort to his initial plan without hesitation. The cage is ready; all he needs is his dove. Ashgrave Hall is one of the oldest and most secretive universities in Europe. Officially, it's an elite institution for young prodigies in business, law, art, and political science. But unofficially, it is a training ground for children of mafias, power houses, corrupt heirs and dark talents that the legal world can no longer contain. If Saint Dismas is elegant and ruthless, Ashgrave is twisted, cruel, and quietly lethal. Inner Society: Black Eden The Ashgrave Elite. A legally untouchable gang with academic, economic, and underground power. Made up only of those with the blood, the brains, or the will. Members include Caelum Virelli, Amon Kade, Aziel Kade, Zayn Al-Masri, and Marek Aslanov.

The room sparkled with pretentious elegance. Golden chandeliers hummed overhead, and every step across the polished floor echoed like whispers of old money and dirtier secrets.

Aziel didn't walk — he glided, posture impeccable, suit razor-sharp, his expression unreadable as a cipher. The girl in white had vanished through the side wing, but he didn't rush. Not yet.

Because he saw something else. Standing beside Sienna — Lucien's beloved little wildcard. Nodding politely, smile gentle, unaware of the silent predator watching from across the ballroom. Sienna, as always, had that mischievous glint in her eyes, like she was enjoying a game no one else had the rules to.

As soon as she turned to leave, Aziel moved. His shoes made no sound as he appeared beside Sienna like a cold draft.

"Having fun?" His voice was calm, but razor-thin.

Sienna didn't flinch. She was used to the ghosts in this place. "Didn't know you cared about girl talk."

"I don't." He looked past her for a moment, as if tracking someone in the shadows. "What did you two discuss?"

Sienna raised a brow. "Why? Getting possessive now?"

Aziel's head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. "You're deflecting."

Sienna sighed, rolling her eyes. "Relax. I was just trying to get a little information. She's new, you know. Naive. Easy to open up."

Aziel's lips curved into something that could have been a smile. "Perfect. You'll talk to her again. Now."

Sienna crossed her arms. "No."

His gaze turned cold.

"I need her in the garden. Alone. Tell her you want to confess something."

"No."

He leaned in, his voice low, dangerous. "Do it, or I'll let Lucien know how you've been selling Elite intel to your mother's magazine. Front page story, I imagine."

Her face froze.

"You've been sloppy," he whispered. "And I've been watching."

Sienna's jaw clenched. "You wouldn't."

Aziel smiled, and this time it was a smile — cruel, confident, knowing. "I would. And you know it."

A long pause passed between them.

Finally, Sienna exhaled sharply, muttering under her breath. "You're a goddamn sociopath."

"And you're still breathing. You should thank me." He stepped back, fixing his cuffs like nothing had happened. "Five minutes. I'll be waiting."

As he turned and vanished into the shadows leading toward the garden, Sienna stood still, shaking her head.

Lucien could never know. No one could.

But worst of all—Aziel had already won.