She lives in hiding, a prisoner of her own fear, navigating a world she knows is brimming with dangers lurking just beyond her fragile sanctuary. Every corner of her existence is shadowed by a past so brutal, so unrelenting, that she wouldn't wish it upon even her worst enemy. Her days are laced with sorrow and regret, the weight of it dragging her down, yet she pushes forward, haunted by a fear that gnaws at her every time the sun rises. It's not courage that drives her-it's necessity. A life she never chose, and one she feels she'll never escape from.
He, on the other hand, is a king-born into a lineage of power and prestige. Privilege was his inheritance, but it did not shield him from the claws of agony. His pain is a silent, festering wound, invisible to the world, yet it shapes him in ways only he understands. Despite the crown that rests on his head, despite the wealth and luxury that surround him, his heart remains hollow. The throne he commands gives him authority over realms, yet loneliness is the cruel monarch ruling his soul. He excels as the ruler of the Lycan realm, his strength feared, his leadership revered, but his heart remains incomplete, always yearning for something more.
There's a missing piece-a void that no riches or conquest can fill. He craves something deeper, more profound, though he dares not speak of it. The silence of his longing is deafening, as he searches for the one thing that could bring him peace. If only he could find that missing link, the one who could break through his isolation and give him the solace he seeks, perhaps then, he would finally feel whole.