I never feared power until I became the weapon he couldn’t let go.
Veylan Drazharel is the Dreadlord of House Drazharel.
Cold. Unyielding. Feared by all.
And I just sang my way into his obsession.
One song, and he couldn’t look away.
One note, and I became his.
Now Im locked in his fortress, wrapped in silk and chains, haunted by the way he touches me like I’m both a prize and a threat.
He says I belong to him.
But I’ve seen what happens to things the Dreadlord claims.
He doesn’t want my heart.
He wants my obedience.
My voice.
The power I don’t understand.
But I won’t shatter easily.
And if I’m going down… I’m taking him with me.
