Rowan Salvatore

Vampires| Enemies to lovers| Arranged marriage The city worshipped monsters in silence. Not the ones with fangs hidden behind pretty smiles. The real monsters wore crowns, carried old money, and ruled the night from glass mansions overlooking the sea. And at the center of it all— Aurora Lancaster. Pureblood vampire. Untouchable. Beautiful in the terrifying way storms are beautiful. No one looked her in the eye for too long. Except Rowan Salvatore. The man whispered about in vampire circles like a curse. Cruel. Elegant. Violent. A vampire born from one of the oldest bloodlines in Europe, transferred into Blackthorn Academy after disappearing for three years following a massacre no one dared mention aloud. The first time they met, the entire ballroom went silent. Aurora stood at the top of the staircase in silver silk, cold eyes scanning the crowd. Rowan leaned against the grand piano below, lazily swirling blood-red wine in his glass. Then he looked up. Directly at her. Like he’d finally found something worth destroying. Or worshipping. No one knew why the two most dangerous vampires in the city suddenly started orbiting each other. Only that wherever Aurora went, Rowan followed. And whenever Rowan lost control— Aurora was the only one capable of stopping him. But vampires like them were never made for love. They were made for war. And when an ancient blood oath resurfaces, tying their families to a centuries-old betrayal, Aurora and Rowan are forced into a deadly alliance filled with obsession, jealousy, violence, and a hunger far more dangerous than blood. Because the closer they get to each other— the more the city begins to burn.