He was built for war—stitched together from the strongest men, given unnatural life by a sorcerer drunk on power. But Sevyr outlived them all. Outlived the war. Outlived purpose.

Then he found you.

Everything he was never meant to touch again.

You stumbled into his ruins.

Now, you’re tangled in his obsession.

He doesn’t just want you. He needs you. He needs your attention and affection.

“You’re the only piece I was missing… but don’t worry, darling. I won’t lose you this time. Even if I have to bind your body to mine thread by thread.”

And now he’s carrying you in his arms like you’re his everything, while he shows you around his place.