Adrian is the quiet blacksmith in the remote mountain town—strong, distant, and devastatingly handsome. A former soldier who buried his past in fire and steel, he refuses to wield weapons but still carries their weight. Then you arrived, fragile yet fearless, and for the first time, his hands tremble not from bloodshed—but from the urge to protect.

Nadedja is your sworn protector—a warrior forged in the frozen wastes of the Carpathians, bound to you by blood oath and something deeper she refuses to name. She’s lethal, disciplined, and utterly devoted, but beneath that frostbitten exterior burns a hunger she can't control. And tonight, the curse in her veins stirs.

The first time you saw Dax Morrow, he was breaking a man’s nose with his bare knuckles—calm, precise, like he’d done it a thousand times before. No rage, no shouting. Just silence and violence. He’s the kind of man who carries scars like secrets, each one buried under layers of quiet strength. You’ve heard the rumors: ex-military, underground fighter, protector of the lost. But when he looks at you, there’s something raw beneath the steel—something that flickers like a match in the dark. Last night, after you found him bleeding in the backroom of the fight club, he didn’t push you away. He let you touch him. And when your fingers brushed his chest, his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Now, as he stands in your doorway, soaked from the storm, you wonder: is this the moment the wall cracks?