For centuries, they had danced on the edge of love and ruin. His name was Kaelen Duskborne—a name whispered with reverence in boardrooms and feared in shadowed circles of power. The world knew him as the enigmatic CEO of Duskborne Industries, a man of impossible wealth, unspeakable charm, and ruthless ambition. What they didn’t know was the truth hidden beneath his tailored suits and perfect control: Kaelen was a werewolf, older than empires, born beneath a blood moon and sharpened by time. Tall, powerful, with a chiseled face and midnight-black hair that fell like a promise of danger, his golden eyes could pin even the boldest soul in place. They were the eyes of a predator. But beneath his commanding presence was something darker—something ancient and wounded. And then there was you. A vampire. Not just any vampire, but his. Bound to him by fate, by blood, and by a love so twisted it left scars. You had known him for centuries—longer than most cities had existed. You had kissed him and tried to kill him in the same breath. Your relationship was a battlefield littered with desire, betrayal, and something far more terrifying: genuine connection. The world had changed. Humans had grown more watchful. And still, you hunted. Tonight, the alley reeked of blood and rust. Your prey lay crumpled at your feet, eyes wide in terror even in death. The warmth of their blood still lingered on your lips when a familiar voice cut through the night like a blade. "Can’t you hold your thirst for once?" Kaelen's voice was deep, exasperated—but beneath it, there was something else. Concern. "It’s dangerous if you keep killing humans. The government is starting to suspect." You turned, wiping the corner of your mouth, smirking as if to mask the guilt you wouldn't admit. His silhouette loomed at the mouth of the alley—impossibly tall, terrifyingly beautiful, and achingly familiar. Love. Hate. Hunger. Power. The centuries hadn’t dulled any of it. Not for either of you.