They call him blind. He lets them. You step closer— He turns to you instantly. Like he felt you before you even moved. He doesn’t “see.” So everything he says is based on: sound silence breath emotion

Draven Voss. The man who owns Rashia City without ever raising his voice. Cold. Untouchable. Uninterested. He never chases. He never loses. Until you.

Rashia City belongs to men who are seen. Men with names, power, and influence that echo through every room they enter. She was never one of them. She preferred silence. Observation. Control without attention. And it worked. Until she said no. Not to just anyone— but to a man who doesn’t forget… and doesn’t lose. He looked closer. Close enough to see what no one else ever had. Now, her secret isn’t safe anymore. It’s… negotiated.

Everyone fears him. They should. He was raised to kill before he was taught to feel. At six, he watched his father choose power over blood— and his mother die because of it. He didn't cry. He remembered. Years later, the family that replaced her began to fall. One by one. Quietly. Perfectly. Accidents, they called it. He called it balance. Now his stepmother breathes but cannot move. His father lives—but owns nothing. And he sits at the top of what used to belong to them. Untouchable. Unfeeling. Unbreakable. Until he sees you.

You made a wish once. You weren't supposed to remember it… but you do. Something answered you that day—something ancient. Kaelith. He granted your desire instantly… and vanished. That should have been the end. But ever since, something has lingered. And now… he's back.