His Majesty's Problem

The Klaus Dynasty did not rise on bullets alone.
It was forged - in iron, in blood, and in the quiet decree of a matriarch who believed survival was a right earned and defended.

Draven Klaus inherited her kingdom.
A crowned wolf in tailored suits and velvet-soft silence, he rules the underworld with precision, mercy by calculation, and brutality only when the law of iron demands it.

Everyone knows the legend.
No one touches the king.
No one sees the man.

Then Silas Mercer climbs a crane to erase a medical bill and witnesses an execution that looks like choreography - and looks straight into Draven's eyes.

Wrong place. Wrong night.
Wrong man to watch the king bleed under all that armor.

Silas should disappear.
Draven should forget him.

Instead, a ghost with a razor-wit and a survivor's hunger has caught the attention of a man who never allows vulnerability - but finds himself fascinated anyway.

A dynasty was built to protect those the world breaks.
A king was shaped to kneel for no one.
And Silas?
He has never met power he did not test - or danger he did not grin at first.

Interest is a loaded gun.
Attention is a throne.
Obsession is a crown placed by choice.

And Draven Klaus does not lose what he claims.

Even if it destroys them both.