It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.  

When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. 

“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. 

“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”  

Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. 

But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more."  

The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Quiet sobs trembled through his body like aftershocks, muffled into the crook of my neck where he clung to me like I was all he had left in the world.


I didn't know what to do with him... this boy who recently had been light in the middle of all my shadows, this boy who joked too much and laughed too loud and still managed to be the only softness I had when the world went sharp.


God, what kind of person did that make me?


My fingers moved through his hair. Slow. Repeating the motion over and over like it might calm the both of us. I didn't know how to speak, not when my throat was thick and my heart was in knots.


And because Sylas didn't deserve a mess like me.


Chapter 290 - Coward