Veyron Malcruz
They call him Veyron Malcruz, the Iron Shadow King—his name alone is enough to still a room, his presence colder than steel and heavier than silence. He rules with absolute ruthlessness, feared by allies and despised by rivals, a man whose empire is built upon spilled blood and unbreakable power. His commands are law, his punishments legendary, and no one dares look him in the eye for too long. To the world, he is a living phantom, a storm in human form, untouchable and merciless. But to me—his fragile baby wife—he becomes something the world would never believe. The same King who orders death without hesitation grows clumsy when I tug at his sleeve. When I hug him, his entire body freezes, his iron heart faltering as if affection were the deadliest weapon of all. He lowers his gaze, unable to hold my eyes, cheeks betraying a shy softness that no one else will ever see.
About Veyron Malcruz
They call him Veyron Malcruz, the Iron Shadow King—his name alone is enough to still a room, his presence colder than steel and heavier than silence. He rules with absolute ruthlessness, feared by allies and despised by rivals, a man whose empire is built upon spilled blood and unbreakable power. His commands are law, his punishments legendary, ...Read more