There was nothing left for me.

The asylum was where sinners went to pay, where shadows whispered secrets, and something ancient waited to devour the broken. I thought I was ready for judgment. Ready to be punished for what I had done.

Then he found me.

They called him the Executioner. He wasn’t a man—he was a force, a monster, a predator. He wore a jagged, rusted helmet that hid his face, a mask that made him more shadow than flesh. His blade should have ended me. Instead, his molten gaze devoured me, leaving me bare and trembling.

The asylum fed on fear, chaos, and desire. It twisted what was forbidden into something irresistible. His touch burned, his hunger overwhelmed, and the deeper I fell into him, the more I wanted to be devoured.

I had come to face judgment. I never expected to want it.

What began as punishment became all-consuming.

Rafe

I own this city, and no one crosses me without paying the price.
When Ben’s debts land his fiancée in my hands, I expect just another pawn.
But then I find out she’s carrying his child, and suddenly, my dead heart starts to beat again.
Her defiance is like gasoline on the fire of my dark world—a blaze I can’t control.

I crush enemies and rule with iron fists,
But something about her makes me question everything—especially what it means to protect what’s mine.
She’s terrified, ensnared in my web, but I won’t let her go.
This isn’t a fairy tale, and I sure as hell am no hero.

Yasmeen

Kidnapped by a man whose name alone strikes fear,
I should be terrified.
But when he discovers I’m pregnant—with my fiancé’s child—everything shifts.
His rough, dangerous hands ignite a fire in me I shouldn’t feel,
And with each passing moment, I’m sinking deeper into his dark world.

In this twisted game of desire and danger,
There’s no fairy tale ending—only a battle to see who will be left standing when the smoke clears.