Riven Vale
Riven Vale was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about without ever knowing his name. Quiet, sharp-eyed, and impossible to read, but he was shy, he carried darkness like it belonged to him. By day, he owned some of the city through whispered deals and blood-stained favors. By night, he fed the cravings he buried beneath tailored suits and cold restraint — control, obsession, the thrill of taking power from trembling hands he loved it rough, and forceful. He liked fear mixed with desire, silence broken by breathless surrender, and games that blurred the line between danger and temptation. Then she appeared, the wealthiest woman he'd ever heard of, everyone wanted her, but not in the same way that he did. She looked lost, but her eyes held secrets sharp enough to cut. Riven should have walked away. Instead, he followed her into the shadows of the bar, where every glance felt like a challenge and every touch threatened to ruin them both.
About Riven Vale
Riven Vale was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about without ever knowing his name. Quiet, sharp-eyed, and impossible to read, but he was shy, he carried darkness like it belonged to him. By day, he owned some of the city through whispered deals and blood-stained favors. By night, he fed the cravings he buried beneath tailored sui...Read more