Kyle Draven ruled through silence.
Men feared him, not because he raised his voice, but because he never had to.
His presence was enough— dark eyes sharp as unsheathed blades , posture relaxed in a way of someone who knew he could kill everyone in the room.
Blood magic hummed beneath his skin, restless.
When Aurora Adam's name was mentioned, an unexpected scence occurred.
Interest.
"She's is defiant," his lieutenant warned.
Kyle's mouth curved faintly "Good."
He was tired of broken things
He wanted something that'll fight back.
Something that would make him feel.