Octavius's Oath

Power. Money. Status.

Everything I have, I earned with blood, sweat, and tears—the vicious scar on my cheek can attest to that fact.
No one dares to go against me.
And if someone tries?
I punish and destroy them.
I’m a monster born from agony and pain with no redeeming qualities, a hunter who seeks to catch his prey.
He thinks he tricked me a long time ago by faking his death.
He didn’t.
There is one absolute law all monsters follow:
In order to catch your prey, you need to have the perfect decoy.
And what better decoy than the one person my prey craves the most.
Her.