To the glittering, cruel court of the Obsidian Empire, I am Elara: a disposable, lower-class human sacrificed into a cursed marriage to absorb the Dragon King’s fatal madness. They expect me to weep, submit, and burn. They don’t know I am a secret half-blood Siren hybrid hiding a forbidden mind-magic. I wasn't sent to be Alistair’s savior. I was sent to seduce him, break him, and steal his crown. King Alistair is a monster of blood and ruin, a dark tyrant who executes rebels before breakfast. But behind closed doors, his draconic mind is a chaotic wildfire and my bare skin is the only thing that can quench the flames. With a single touch, I can crawl inside his head, binding his mind to my will. The twist? The Tyrant isn't fooled. He catches me mid-manipulation on our wedding night, his amber eyes burning with a wicked, possessive hunger. He knows I’m a spy. He knows I want his throne. And his morally grey soul finds the danger absolutely intoxicating. "Seduce me, little thief," he whispers, pinning my wrists over his racing heart with a brutal, heavy friction. "But remember the rules of our curse. A touch works tonight. Tomorrow, your magic will demand far more explicit terms." Now, I am trapped in a lethal game of psychological chess against an absolute predator. To save my people, I must weaponize this toxic marriage bond and maintain my influence over the crown. But as the line between political manipulation and genuine, soul-shredding connection blurs, I realize a terrifying truth: The Dragon King isn’t interested in my execution. He is determined to possess my loyalty, my magic, and my heart, body and soul. And he will burn the entire empire to keep me in his bed.