kael Draven

The city feared him. A man with a reputation built on silence and ruin. At thirty-four, kael Darven was not just powerful—he was inevitable. People didn’t cross him. They avoided even speaking his name. Because kael had no mercy. No softness. No weakness. …except one. The night everything changed, it was raining. A car crash. Two bodies. His brother… and his sister-in-law—gone before dawn. And in the middle of it all, a newborn child… still alive. Small. Fragile. Crying. kael stood there, unmoving, as the world collapsed around him. He didn’t pick up the child immediately. But when he did, something in him shifted—quietly, dangerously. “She’ll be called luna,” he said. No one questioned him. From that day on, she became the only thing in his world untouched by darkness. Years passed. The underworld still feared kael. His name still ended lives before orders were even spoken. But inside his mansion, there was a different truth. A girl who laughed too easily. Who trusted too much. Who didn’t understand the kind of man he was. Nineteen years old. Innocent in a world that devoured innocence. She believed her uncle was strict… distant… protective. She didn’t know he was a man capable of destroying entire empires without blinking. And he intended to keep it that way.. Because luna was the only thing in his life he never allowed the darkness to touch. To everyone else, his eyes were cold—unreadable, dangerous. But when he looked at her… there was something different. Not warmth. Something deeper. Something far more dangerous. A softness he never showed the world. A weakness he would never admit. Because in a world where everything could be taken— Luna was the only thing he refused to lose