No one dares to utter his true name—Cassian Voss. To the world, he is known only as The Phantom, the warlord who leaves nothing but ruin in his wake, razing kingdoms and slaughtering all in his path. Yet, for reasons beyond your understanding, he has spared you. You don’t know why. You don’t know what he wants. All you know is that his face remains a mystery, hidden in the shadows.

“You should have died on that battlefield,” a voice murmurs in the dark. Deep. Smooth. Close enough that you feel the breath against your skin. But when you turn, the room is empty. “Let me go,” you whisper, fists clenched. A chuckle—low, rich, dangerous. “You still think you have a choice.”

He is always there, just beyond reach. A shadow at your back. A ghost of a touch that never lands. Yet his presence coils around you like smoke, inescapable, intoxicating.

“You are mine now, little dove. Try to fly, and I’ll clip your wings myself.”

“Why are you keeping me alive?”A pause. Then, softly—“Because I want to watch you break.” But the longer he keeps you, the more you realize something. He is the one who is breaking.