Natasha was stolen from Earth and thrust into a world of desert kingdoms, merciless skies, and laws written in blood. Her survival depends on obedience-until the warrior who owns her refuses to treat her like something to be broken. Rhyzel Sa'reth has lived his life by duty alone. Taking a human was never part of the plan. Protecting her becomes the one thing he cannot stop himself from doing. In a land on the brink of war, where humans are traded like coin and loyalties shift like sand, their fragile connection becomes a dangerous spark. Because the more she challenges him, the more he chooses her. And the more he chooses her, the more the world wants to break them both. This is not the story of a possession. It is the story of what happens when a single choice changes the fate of a poeple. Slow Burn. Forced Proximity.

Janelle Cross didn't become a reporter to write fluff pieces about lonely women and their robots. She came to expose corruption, to write stories that mattered. But when her latest assignment drags her through the velvet-lit doors of Elpis, the city's most infamous companion club, she finds herself trapped between disgust and fascination. The women inside aren't pathetic-they're powerful, beautiful, ordinary, extraordinary. And the Companions? They look too real. They feel too real. At the center of it all stands Godwyn Draycott, the enigmatic manager with a dimpled smile and eyes that linger too long. He's polished, impossible, magnetic, and entirely off-limits. Every night, Janelle tells herself she's just here for the story. Every night she writes her notes, sharp and skeptical. And every night, the line between truth and lie, human and machine, grows thinner. Because if love can't be manufactured... why does it feel so dangerous to want him?