I rule the underworld with teeth and gold.

She’s the wolf in debt, sent to keep me breathing—or bleed me dry.

A pulse of magic ties us tighter than a silver chain. Our enemies call us prophecy. I call her forbidden.

I am Osborn Vane: billionaire vampire, shadow king of Enoch City. Secrets built my throne. Blood keeps me on it. I trust no one, especially not the bodyguard forced to watch my back.

Rowan is grit and fangs in ripped jeans, ex-military with a bite that scars. Her touch crackles with ancient magic. I can't read her mind—she’s a mirage made flesh.

Warlocks storm my home. Prophecies chase our shadows. To protect her, I make her my Guardian. Our bond brands us—soul to soul, flesh to flame. She bleeds in my arms. I burn through worlds to heal her.

Enemies bite from all sides—witches, vampires, her own savage pack. Beneath every fight, the heat between us coils and snaps. My immortal blood marks us. Her wolf answers.

The city turns against us. The only safe place is tangled together.

Betrayal cracks the vault wide open. Her pack calls her monster, but she’s the only cure for my dark. The city will drown in blood or blaze with our fire.

I gave up eternity to save her. Now, the future howls for vengeance—and together, we rise to claim the night.

TROPES:
Reverse Bodyguard (She protects Him)
Billionaire Vampire King Gritty
Ex-Military Heroine
Forced Proximity (Penthouse Lockdown)
"Touch Her and Die" Energy
Hurt/Comfort & Healing Spice
Fated Mates Prophecy