
by DojiSando
Violet Eyes aren’t a blessing. They are a curse — a mother’s tears turned into a mark of ruin. Idzanami Enma was betrayed by those closest to him. A chain of quiet intrigues ripped him from his home and cast him into the dirt of a foreign land, stripping him of name, roots, and future. Now the broken boy rebuilds himself — shard by shard, scar by scar. He is coming home. Not for justice. For blood. Because the cruelest betrayal never comes from enemies. It comes at the dinner table — from the person you trusted most.
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