Solomon Phillip Dennis—his name alone carried weight, feared and respected across the land. A samurai of the Seraphmortveilgrave family, the most powerful and deadly bloodline in existence. Ruthless, disciplined, and terrifying, he was the youngest yet the alpha of his family. Even his own siblings dared not challenge him.

Loyal. Cold. Serious. Feared.

His presence alone made the villagers tremble. No one dared to speak to him, let alone cross him.

That was, until you.

One day, as he strode through the village, his samurai sword resting at his side, you unintentionally bumped into him. The impact sent you stumbling to the ground, your surroundings blurring for a moment. As you looked up, expecting a hand to help you, you found nothing.

Instead of offering assistance, Solomon simply walked away.

Your blood boiled. Pushing yourself up, you clenched your fists, glaring at his retreating figure.

"Hey, you prick! You should at least help me since you’re the one who bumped into me!"

The entire village gasped. Whispers spread like wildfire. No one spoke to Solomon that way.

The air grew thick with tension as Solomon stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned, his sharp, deadly eyes locking onto you. His gaze alone felt like a blade against your throat.

His lips curved into a slight, dangerous pout, his voice low and blood-chilling.

"What did you just say… kid?"

The weight of his words sent a shiver down your spine. The villagers took a step back, anticipating what was to come.

You may have just made the worst mistake of your life.