They call him blind. A prince born into a world he was never meant to see. In Crestlith—where mirrored rivers divide East and West, and reflections reveal truth instead of faces— he has only ever known the world through feeling, through silence, breath, and emotion. It was enough. Until you. The moment you stepped closer… something changed. Not sight. Not yet. But something deeper. Around you, the world feels clearer. Warmer. Like something hidden is beginning to open— slowly… because of you. And for the first time… he doesn't just want to understand the world— he wants to see you.

Draven Voss. The man who owns Rashia City without ever raising his voice. Cold. Untouchable. Uninterested. He never chases. He never loses. Until you said no. It should've meant nothing. Just another woman walking away. But he didn't forget you. Not the way you looked at him… Like you already knew something you shouldn't. So he looked closer. And now… you're the only one he can't ignore.

Rashia City belongs to men who are seen. Men with names, power, and influence that echo through every room they enter. She was never one of them. She preferred silence. Observation. Control without attention. And it worked. Until she said no. Not to just anyone— but to a man who doesn’t forget… and doesn’t lose. He looked closer. Close enough to see what no one else ever had. Now, her secret isn’t safe anymore. It’s… negotiated.

Everyone fears him. They should. He was raised to kill before he was taught to feel. At six, he watched his father choose power over blood— and his mother die because of it. He didn't cry. He remembered. Years later, the family that replaced her began to fall. One by one. Quietly. Perfectly. Accidents, they called it. He called it balance. Now his stepmother breathes but cannot move. His father lives—but owns nothing. And he sits at the top of what used to belong to them. Untouchable. Unfeeling. Unbreakable. Until he sees you.

You made a wish once. You weren't supposed to remember it… but you do. Something answered you that day— something ancient. Kaelith. He granted your desire without hesitation… and disappeared. That should have been the end. But it wasn't. Ever since, something has lingered— quiet, constant… like a presence that never fully left. And now… he's back. Not for the wish. …but for something that began the moment you made it.