Born In Heaven, Made In Hell

Leilani of Alynthi was raised in light.
Silk gowns. Golden halls. A kingdom that believed itself untouchable.

Until she is taken.

Delivered not to chains - but to a castle carved from shadow and silence.

Tartarus is not chaos. It is control.
And its king is worse than any monster she imagined.

Hades does not rage.
He does not shout.
He watches.
He tests her.
Challenges her.
Pushes every boundary she swears she will never cross.

She refuses to break.
He's certain she will.

He hates what her kingdom represents.
She refuses to bend to what his kingdom demands.

The tension between them is sharp, deliberate, dangerous.

In a realm where obedience is perfected and weakness is carved away piece by piece, survival is not about strength.
It's about endurance.
And neither of them intends to surrender.

Dark fantasy. Slow burn. Enemies with teeth.
Power. Control. And a war fought in silence.

Born in Heaven. Made in Hell.