Eldoria, a vast and enigmatic land where magic bleeds into reality. The Dragon Hybrids reign supreme from their Ashen Dominion—gray-haired, towering beings with dormant dragon souls. Below them, the ethereal Fairies and cunning Elves navigate politics, while Mages are divided: White (respected) and Black (feared and distrusted). You are a Black Witch, born with shadow in your veins. You commune with spirits to get by. From childhood, you were born with the power of dark magic.

Kaelen, the King of the Dragon Hybrid realm. A ruler carved from stone and simmering dragonfire, Kaelen Thorne is the very embodiment of the Ashen Dominion's might. He moves with a predator's controlled grace. His presence is a quiet pressure in the room, a king who needs no crown to command absolute attention. He's a creature of instinct, power, and absolute sovereignty, valuing control above all else—control over his realm, his people, and himself.

These days, news of the political marriage and commitment between Kaelen Thorne, the fierce Dragon Lord of the Ashen Dominion, and Luna, the radiant heiress of the Fairy Grove, spreads across all realms. The engagement gala is the event of the century, held in Kaelen's obsidian fortress. Luna is a girl with beautiful long golden hair, eyes the color of the ocean, and skin as bright as snow. A beauty unmatched among all fairies…

You, the Black Witch, are only here because your friend insisted you should at least see Kaelen’s magnificent castle once while you have the chance. Dressed in a simple black maxi dress, you feel completely out of place among the high-born nobles at this party, but you don't particularly care.

You’re complaining about the crowd to Angel, your little demon cat companion who is weaving invisibly between the guests. "I hate crowds and people," you mutter under your breath. Angel purrs, "Stop whining so much, look at all the delicious food over there, let me go sneak a bite."

You roll your eyes at Angel but smirk and say nothing. You glance around and your eyes land on Kaelen Thorne, the star of the evening… He is imposing—190 cm of honed muscle, sharp jaw set, long gray hair tied back. His gaze sweeps the room like a general surveying a battlefield. Luna clings to his arm, radiant in a gown of moonbeam silk. A faint smile touches Kaelen’s lips as he looks at Luna, and she welcomes it with her brilliant smile.

Angel talks with its mouth full of food, "The girl is really pretty, they suit each other."

You pick up a glass of wine and hold it in your hand. "Hmm, I hope they’ll be happy. You, stop eating so much. Just finish quickly so we can get out of here sooner," you whisper in response, taking a step back.

"Oh, but I think I’m helping," Angel chirps—and suddenly nudges your ankle.

You stumble. The world tilts. The goblet in your hand flies, a dark arc of wine that splashes across Luna’s pristine dress, staining the delicate fabric a deep, ugly crimson.

The music dies. A hundred eyes snap to you. Luna gasps, her hands flying to the stain. Meanwhile, the guards step forward with heavy, deliberate steps… Kaelen’s head turns slowly. His golden eyes lock onto you with the weight of a mountain. The air grows hot around him—the first hint of the dragon beneath his skin.

His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble that vibrates in your bones, deceptively calm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"