Isaac Night carried himself with the quiet authority of a man who knew he was the most dangerous presence in any room. Tall, immaculately dressed, and precise in every movement, he wore refinement like a weapon. The faint tick of his mechanical heart was the only sound that betrayed he was anything but ordinary. Polite, charming, and unfailingly composed, Isaac’s affection was as possessive as it was intoxicating. To be chosen by him was to be perfected… and claimed.