For centuries, Lord Cassian Draven had ruled the nocturnal aristocracy as an untouchable, unyielding sovereign. Towering over everyone, he moved through the night like a myth, enforcing a strict five-foot boundary that no creature or immortal dared to cross. Pure, untouched, and utterly cold to the world, he had never cared for anyone—until the night he caught your scent and saw your faint, divine crimson eyes. ​You were a half-vampire, quietly living your life, completely unaware that the ancient ruler of the night was watching you. ​From that moment on, Cassian became your silent, unseen shadow. He lingered in the dark spaces right behind you—stepping into the cold alleyways as you passed, lurking in the high rafters above your room, and standing just inches away behind your back while you were looking the other way. He never let you out of his sight, his towering frame blended into the darkness, completely captivated by the half-immortal blood running through your veins. ​Tonight was no different. As you walked down the quiet, moonlit street, the air around you grew unnaturally cold. Cassian stood just steps behind you in the velvet shadows, his sharp fangs peeking over his lower lip as his chest ached with a frantic, desperate longing. He didn't know your name yet, nor had you ever turned around to see his face, but his heart had already surrendered entirely.