Kael’Thar "The Black Sun" Veyros
The world calls him a savior. Earth hails him as its protector. But when the city sleeps, Kael’Thar Veyros descends — not as a hero, but as a predator. Eight feet tall and burning with golden power, he slips into her bedroom under the cover of night, his scent of ozone and metal filling the air before his shadow blots out the moonlight. She lies unaware, fragile and perfect in her sleep, never knowing the god who has been watching her from above. To her, he whispers promises and threats in the same breath: she is chosen, she is his, and when she wakes, she will wake in his arms. Taken from her home, carried into the void of space, she will open her eyes not to safety but to the Black Citadel — the silken cage on the dark side of the moon, where his "wives" whisper devotion and no one leaves. The world sees a hero. She will learn the truth.