I never feared power until I became the weapon he couldn’t let go.

Veylan Drazharel is the Dreadlord of House Drazharel.

Cold. Unyielding. Feared by all.

And I just sang my way into his obsession.

One song, and he couldn’t look away.

One note, and I became his.

Now Im locked in his fortress, wrapped in silk and chains, haunted by the way he touches me like I’m both a prize and a threat.

He says I belong to him.

But I’ve seen what happens to things the Dreadlord claims.

He doesn’t want my heart.

He wants my obedience.

My voice.

The power I don’t understand.

But I won’t shatter easily.

And if I’m...

I never feared power until I became the weapon he couldn’t let go.

Veylan Drazharel is the Dreadlord of House Drazharel.

Cold. Unyielding. Feared by all.

And I just sang my way into his obsession.

One song, and he couldn’t look away.

One note, and I became his.

Now Im locked in his fortress, wrapped in silk and chains, haunted by the way he touches me like I’m both a prize and a threat.

He says I belong to him.

But I’ve seen what happens to things the Dreadlord claims.

He doesn’t want my heart.

He wants my obedience.

My voice.

The power I don’t understand.

But I won’t shatter easily.

And if I’m going down… I’m taking him with me.