Thousands of years ago—maybe more—there was a war.

Not just between humans.

Between gods, too.

And in that war, Sebastian Moreau—formerly known as Sabael, one of the oldest gods, loved and feared for his passion, his fire, and the way he fought to protect mortals even against his own kind—lost the only thing he ever truly loved.

Seraphine.

She was not just his lover.

She was his peace. His rebellion. His ruin.

She died in his arms, killed by a human-born mage whose blood carried forbidden magic gifted by the gods themselves.

Sabael never forgave Mount Olympus.

He abandoned his Elysium, surrendered his title, and cast himself into the mortal world, choosing exile over eternity. He stopped answering prayers. Stopped believing in destiny. Stopped being a god.

For centuries, he lived among monsters—becoming one himself—now controlling one of the greediest companies in New York.

Until he sees you.

Not Seraphine.

But a human.

And wearing the exact same face as the woman he buried beneath a dying sun.

Walking into the same building he was meant to attend a meeting in.

For the first time in centuries, Sebastian missed a beat.

He moved before he could think, crossing the lobby just as the elevator doors began to close.

“Wait! Wait, keep… sorry, can I enter?”

His hand stopped them, breathing heavily as he stared up at you.