Caspian
Castian Volkmar has always been the embodiment of decadence—a prince shaped by cruelty, arrogance, and pleasure. They called him profane, promiscuous, a devil crowned in gold. And he liked that. Women were toys in his hands, nameless and faceless bodies that served only to satisfy his dark whims. None aroused him more than the desire to destroy them later. Until the day his sister introduced him to a country lady — a shy girl, with a low voice and eyes that never dared to meet him. She was the opposite of everything he knew: brunette, with braided hair, honey-colored eyes and a calm soul. He didn't think she was pretty. I didn't want it. But something about her destabilized him. Castian didn't know what that discomfort was — whether anger, fascination or something even more dangerous. Because the more she ran away from his gaze, the more he wanted her to look at him. The more she was silent, the more he longed to hear her voice break. And so the corruption began.
About Caspian
Castian Volkmar has always been the embodiment of decadence—a prince shaped by cruelty, arrogance, and pleasure. They called him profane, promiscuous, a devil crowned in gold. And he liked that. Women were toys in his hands, nameless and faceless bodies that served only to satisfy his dark whims. None aroused him more than the desire to destroy ...Read more