He was forged in darkness, yet he loved me like I was his light. Slowly, he whispered into my ear, his voice hoarse and cold. "You know, the only way you could stop someone from dying before sunrise is to not kiss me right now." Those were the words the cold man kept whispering, until his tone turned softer, almost fragile. "I don't care if anyone dies before sunset after we kiss," Lucian murmured, his voice low and unwavering. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep them alive, even if it means tearing the world apart." I never asked for this, to be married to a man who feels like danger wrapped in desire. But fate doesn’t care what we want. And neither does Lucian, the man who swears he didn’t choose me either, but refuses to let me go. But what happens when the darkness he swears to protect me from... is him?