Chained Desire : Claimed by my enemy

Kain Locke would never forget that man's face. The predator who smiled as he pressed the barrel of a gun to his parents' skulls and pulled the trigger. That moment burned itself into Kain's soul, carving a hatred so deep it could never be erased.

That man was Caspian Draeven, a man whose name shook terror across the underworld. The embodiment of sin itself, a cold, ruthless Mafia king who thrived on chaos. Pleasure was his currency. Lust. Sex. Alcohol. Women were all his weapon.

Sex for Caspian wasn't just a pastime; it was his birthright, an inheritance from a god of lust. He lived for indulgence, for excess, for power-and nothing else mattered.

Until the day he saw him.

The invisible boy Caspian had just took the two people that mattered to him, (Kain Locke)cowering in a wardrobe. The boy who had no business surviving, yet burned brighter than the flames. The boy who didn't beg, didn't cry, but stared back at him with hate so pure it left a mark deeper than any scar.

That boy grew into a man, one Caspian couldn't look away from. A man whose every glare, every trembling gasp, every growled curse of "I'll kill you myself" only fed the monster in him. Kain was fire in human form, and Caspian knew, with a maddening certainty, that this fire would consume him.

Yet, he craved it.

Because nothing thrilled Caspian Draeven more than watching Kain Locke writhe beneath him, moaning promises of vengeance even as he surrendered to the lust that bound them both. Kain would be his undoing. And Caspian would meet his end with a smile.

Because what's death... if it's laced with desire?