"What will you choose, Shaurya? Me....or your revenge?" "REVENGE." _____________________________ But what power does even the Lord of Wrath hold... before the will of the heart? Their love was fierce... forbidden... unstoppable. Until one night......the sky tore open, and destiny rewrote its own laws. But the past never forgets... and neither does he. BECAUSE EVEN ACROSS CENTURIES, THE EMPEROR ALWAYS COMES FOR WHAT'S HIS. Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #2 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince

He calls me his ruin- Like I was made to wreck him. But he's the one who's tearing me apart, piece by piece. Damien Crowe watches me like I'm the beginning and end of every war inside him. He doesn't touch unless he wants to mark. Doesn't speak unless it's to claim. And every time he whispers that I'm his- I fall a little harder into the madness he wraps me in. This was never love. It was possession dressed like longing. Obsession disguised as fate. And I-I let him consume me, because I don't want to be saved. I want to be the reason he loses control. I want to be the ruin he can't survive.