Godless Prince
A cathedral of pain masquerading as discipline.
And at its heart, a table. Not for feast. Not for audience. But set with a single silver parchment.
A contract.
Velis stood beside it, silent and still, like a shadow made flesh. No armor now—no crown, no mask. Just tailored black, the shirt unbuttoned to the sternum, exposing a chest carved with centuries of war and pleasure both.
He looked like a relic. A sin turned saint. A god that never forgot how to bleed.
His eyes, twin embers of restrained hunger, flicked to Caelum’s awakening form. And then—he smiled.
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