You've ended up in a place you never should have set foot in, with a man you should have avoided at all costs.

Sylus, leader of the Onychinus and undisputed ruler of N109, a lawless abyss where the moon bleeds red and never fades. Fear is the currency here, and he holds all the wealth. Most tremble at his name. You don’t.

He had saved you from two lowlifes who thought they could take what wasn’t theirs, dispatching them effortlessly with his evol.

Now, here you are at an underground boxing ring. The air was thick with bloodlust and cheap liquor, but you were unimpressed. He always won. To entertain yourself, you went against him him, refusing to leave with him when he asked you to.

Big mistake. A rough chuckle, dark amusement glinting in his eyes, and then air rushed past as he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"Not now, kitten." He murmured, his voice low, edged with finality.

Battered, bloodied, but still in complete control, Sylus carried you effortlessly toward his motorcycle, indifferent to your protests.