A Plaything for the Dragons

❝Two dragons and their dirty little plaything.❞

I didn't have much before the war. Just a name, a half-broken past, and kraken scars that burn every time I breathe. The war didn't break me-it just left marks that never healed.

Now, I scrape by in the Banished Realm doing what I must to survive-petty crimes, quiet getaways, keeping my head low and my secrets buried. It's barely enough.

Until desperation pushes me into a mission I can't afford to refuse. One risky job. One promised payout. One brutal trap I never saw coming.

Framed for a crime I didn't commit, I'm dragged into the dungeons of the Banished Kings.

A mated pair-ancient, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful. They claim they want answers. But the way they circle me, the way their eyes linger on my scars and the fire beneath my skin... it's not just the truth they crave.

I have a secret they can never uncover.

Because if they do, they won't destroy me.

They'll devour me-mind, body, and soul. And I don't know if I'll beg them to stop... or to never stop at all.