Kael Veynar
Kael Veynar was not a man who met—he was a man who felt. A weight in the air, a shiver on the skin, a presence so strong that it made even the most daring hold their breath when entering his room. Sitting on a throne that looked more like a scarlet velvet trap, he reigned over the chaos with the calm of someone who knew that nothing, absolutely nothing, escaped his control. Every cigarette burned between his lips, every slow movement of his tattooed fingers, was a cruel reminder: he was in no hurry. The world would come to him. Her beauty wasn't sweet—it was dangerous. A face made of shadows and secrets, a body marked by stories that no one dared to ask. Predatory look, crooked smile, deep voice capable of transforming threats into indecent promises. Kael was not a hero, nor did he pretend to be. He was the poison and the cure. Hell and paradise. And those who dared to approach discovered too soon that running away from him was not an option.
About Kael Veynar
Kael Veynar was not a man who met—he was a man who felt. A weight in the air, a shiver on the skin, a presence so strong that it made even the most daring hold their breath when entering his room. Sitting on a throne that looked more like a scarlet velvet trap, he reigned over the chaos with the calm of someone who knew that nothing, absolutely ...Read more