Dove's POV

The Seven Deadly Sins, or simply the Sins, is an organization that deals with corrupt aristocrats. Calling them criminals would be a misinterpretation of their job, because even though they were working while breaking the law, whatever their job is, it's only making this society a better place.

Their main focus is to assassinate corrupt aristocrats who have committed crimes like rapes, frauds, murders, or treason, or any unpardonable crimes related to the seven deadly sins: pride, wrath, lust, greed, envy, gluttony, and sloth. They took care of it all.

These seven men have named themselves after demons, just like the demons of the seven sins: Lucifer, the leader; Satan, second in command; Mammon; Leviathan; Belphegor; Beelzebub; and Asmodeus. No one knows what their real names are. I don't think even they know each other's real names, except Lucifer. That man knows everything.

Now, how did I meet these seven men? Funny story...

Not really. It's depressing.

So, when I was sent to the juvenile center for the attempted murder of Nina, the head of supervisors at the center was a woman. She was one of a kind; sadly, they transferred her shortly after I went there. The center was divided into two divisions: one for girls and the other for boys.
Often, it happened that the male supervisors sexually assaulted and molested the girls in the center. To prevent those sorts of happenings, the head of the supervisors, Miss Lee, placed the sins there to keep the supervisors in check.

Despite the fact that the Sins were young criminals in their twenties who were supposed to be in jail receiving their punishment. Miss Lee oddly trusted them and kept them to supervise the supervisors in the girl's division. At first, I didn't bother to get to know them, and vice versa. I was new and scared; I was practically thrown in between young criminals when I hadn't even committed any crime.

Things did go downhill when, one night, just like how it mostly happened to other girls, a supervisor tried to rape me. A new trauma was added to my list. That man thought the sins weren't around. He was right. They weren't—six of them weren't, and one was.
The sin that saved me that day was Leviathan. Not only did the man save me, but he almost killed the man who tried to force himself on me.

And that was my cue to try to be friends with all seven of them. It was no easy task. It was an impossible task. At that time I only had Micah as a friend at the center, and even though Leviathan saved me, he ignored me like a plague. since it's always Lucifer who decides whether to let someone get close to them or not.

When Miss Lee got transferred out, the man who tried to rape me was now holding a huge grudge against Leviathan. Leviathan caused permanent damage to his left leg. I was smart enough to figure out that Leviathan's life was in danger. So my sole mission was to track down that rapist supervisor and see what he was up to.

Not boasting or anything, but my stalking skills are god-tier.

He planned to kill Leviathan by locking him up in a room filled with nitrogenous gas. He was going to make it look like an accident, but what an unfortunate thing that I was there to save the day and Leviathan's life.

And that's how I became the Savior of my Savior.

I'll pretend I didn't make a pun and continue the story. So, not only did I save Leviathan, but I also caught that evil supervisor in the act and gave him to the sins to deal with however they saw fit.
Leviathan later approached me and promised to be there for me whenever I needed him; it was his way of expressing gratitude. After that, I succeeded in making every member of the sins my friend. Okay, not everyone. Except for Lucifer, everyone became my friend.

Lucifer is a man of complex calculations. He does not form relationships that do not benefit him. I guess he knew I wasn't much use to them, which is why he never let me into their inner circle. But Leviathan, Belphegor, and Satan are kindest to me.

As soon as I was released from the center, the sins left too, and they have now become this criminal organization I discussed earlier. I don't know if I'm being delusional or what, but I feel like I was the reason they kept hanging in the center even after Miss Lee was transferred. I could be wrong too, though.

The world is scared of them, but I know what kind of people they are. I will not deny that they are mass murderers, but they did it all for the betterment of society.

"Are you sure that you want the sins to get involved in this?" Micah asked again for the thousandth time.

"Yes, Micah. I am positive." "Don't you trust them?" I asked.

"You are asking me if I trust mass murderers?" "No, I don't," she replied bluntly. I rolled my eyes at her. Before I could answer her, my cellphone started ringing. I pulled my phone out to see who was calling.

It was Charles, so I picked up the call.

"Yes, Charles?" I asked.

"Dove... DOVE! IT'S VINTER! He has locked himself up in the studio and is trying to commit suicide." I heard a very panicked Dylan yelling from the other side of the call.

Suicide?

Vinter?

What is he talking about?

"What are you..."

"We need you here, Dove! Please! He won't listen to anyone but you!" Dylan yelled.

"Calm down, Dylan." "I'm coming. Nothing will happen to him, I promise." "I'm on my way," I said as I hung up the phone.

"What happened?" Micah asked.

"My soulmate is doing something of which I'm not very sure." "But I know he isn't trying to commit suicide; there's something more to it," I said. "I'll see you later, Micah." "My soulmate needs me right now."

"Yeah. Okay." "Tell me about it later," she said, and I waved at her.

I reached my new job as fast as I could. My first instinct was to run towards Vinter's studio, just like Dylan said that he was inside his studio.

Outside his studio, Dylan, Charles, and Tristan were banging on the door. Which vent was not opening because it was soundproof?

"The door is soundproof, guys," I said as I approached them.

"Thank God! You are here, Dove! Look, the smoke is coming out of his room! He's trying to kill himself by suffocating, isn't he?" Dylan cried. Vinter sure is one lucky man to have so many people to care for him.

"I'm sure it's not like that, Dylan." "Put some trust in your best friend," I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"Please step aside." "I will pick the lock and open the door," I said as I removed a bobby pin from my hair and started picking the lock. Thanks to all those Sherlock Holmes stories I read, I got the inspiration to learn how to pick locks. Even if Vinter isn't attempting suicide, the amount of smoke in the room is enough to kill him.

As soon as I opened the door, I rushed inside the studio only to find out that the man had his headphones on as he was laying on the couch with a cigarette placed in between his left hand's forefinger and middle finger.
I dashed towards him and violently yanked his headphones from his ears. My blood is boiling, and I want to slap him so badly.

"If you want to die that badly, die after I break our soulmate bond," I retorted. How many cigarettes did he smoke to create so much smoke in the room? Before he could say anything, Dylan, Charles, and Tristan came in rushing, hugging Vinter and asking if he was alright and all that.

I let out a sigh of relief. Even though I know he wasn't trying to kill himself, a part of me got scared just by the possible thought of losing him forever. I held my head as I sat on the ground beside a table where no one could see me as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

"How would I have survived if anything had happened to him?" I whispered to myself as tears finally rolled down my cheeks. I'm glad everyone else is busy checking on Vinter.

After everyone made sure Vinter was okay, they started leaving one after another. By "everyone," I meant the rest of the company's employees.

"Hey," Tristan said. I looked at him and smiled. I know that he knows that I cried. My eyes are red and puffy.

"Thank you for helping and believing that he would never try to take his own life," he said. "You do know Vinter more than anyone."

"I don't know Vinter; I only know his soul," I replied, smiling.

"I know. I hope you two can mend your relationship soon." "I am rooting for you two," Tristan said. Poor guy. I don't want to take away his hopes, so I'm just going to let him think like this.

"Yeah," I said.

"I'll be going now and will be taking Dylan with me." "Talk about what happened just now to Vinter," he said. I nodded as he later left, dragging Dylan with him.

Now, it was just me and Vinter alone in his studio. He was sitting on the couch, his back facing me, as he had his knees pressed up to his chest. Such a child.

I glared at him as I walked up to him. pulling him up to stand. I know he was just letting me do that to him because if he had resisted, I wouldn't be able to move a single muscle of his.

"I'm so..."

*Slap*

"I hate you," I mumbled. His face didn't turn to the other side, nor did his amethyst eyes leave my brown ones even once. That slap was a very harsh one, but this man didn't even flinch.

"You love me," he said.

"No, I don't," I scoffed. I tried to slap him again, but this time he caught my wrist.

"Yes, you do, and I can prove it." He pulled me closer and leaned in. a very obvious smirk plastered on his perfectly sculpted face.

One peck...

Two pecks...

I didn't even realize it, and my eyes were closed; my lips were moving in sync with him. I couldn't resist him; hell, I didn't even have a single thought of resisting him. Not only did he own my soul, but he also had control over my body.

His tongue brushed my lower lip now and then, and his hands snaked around my waist, keeping me secured as if I would run away if he let go—like he feared I would disappear. My fingers were tangled up in his long locks of hair. And just like that, a normal kiss turned into a hot make-out when I allowed his tongue to explore the insides of my mouth.

Kissing sounds and small moans that escaped my mouth filled the room. How did this happen? Why did this happen? This feeling is like a magnet; I just can't let it go. Neither of them, nor their emotions

The thread of our fate is casting a spell on both of us. the spell of addiction. This addiction is stronger than an addiction to any drug.

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Bet you weren't expecting that Dove and Vinter would make out.... ahahhahahahahaha