Jennatamine

In the opulent city of Caldris, where power and beauty collide behind closed doors, Riven Hale, a fiery and ambitious tattoo artist with a hidden past, is drawn into the dangerous world of high society when he’s commissioned by a mysterious billionaire to ink a private, intimate masterpiece.

That billionaire is Cassian Velthorne, heir to the ruthless Velthorne empire—a man known for his ice-cold demeanor, possessive desires, and dangerous secrets. Cassian never mixes business with pleasure—until Riven walks into his life with defiant eyes and lips begging to be kissed.

Their chemistry ignites during a single, heated night wrapped in silk sheets, dominance, and whispered confessions. But what starts as carnal obsession quickly spins into a web of power plays, jealousy, emotional vulnerability, and the emergence of unexpected rivals.

"Velvet Chains: Bound by Fire":

The city skyline shimmered in the night, streaks of amber from distant windows dancing across the walls of Cassian's penthouse. But inside, a different kind of fire was building—one that had taken root not in destruction, but in the quiet, healing aftermath of a war.

Riven stood shirtless near the balcony doors, moonlight catching the curve of his shoulder, the lines of old scars no longer hidden. He didn't flinch when Cassian came up behind him, arms slipping around his waist. There was no fear in his breath, only want.

"You're different," Cassian murmured into his neck. "Lighter."

"I burned him out of me," Riven whispered, leaning back into the heat of Cassian's chest. "All that's left is the ember you lit."

Cassian turned him around slowly, holding his gaze. "Then let it burn. Let it consume me."

Riven surged forward, lips meeting Cassian's with a hunger that bordered on worship. There was no hesitation this time, only a shared urgency, mouths clashing, tongues tangling, breath stolen like sacred offerings.

Clothes were torn away, scattered in a trail toward the bed. Riven climbed atop Cassian, straddling him, dominance exchanged in every slow grind. "You gave me back my fire," he growled low. "Now let me scorch you with it."

Cassian's hands roamed over Riven's thighs, up his sides, gripping tight as if he might vanish again. "Burn me. Brand me."

Riven sank down onto him, inch by inch, both of them groaning, sweat already glistening. There was no gentleness tonight—just raw, unfiltered desire. Every thrust was an oath. Every moan a memory being rewritten.

Cassian sat up, their foreheads pressed together, their breath ragged and mingled. "You're everything, Riven. Not broken. Not owned. Yours."

Riven's hands clawed down his back, leaving angry red trails. "Say it again."

Riven rode him harder, faster, tears in his eyes as pleasure and pain blurred. He came undone with a scream that shattered the air, trembling violently as Cassian followed with a guttural cry, spilling deep and pulling him tighter.

They collapsed into each other, chest to chest, heart to heart.

Cassian turned his face to him, brushing sweat-damp hair away. "Now we build."

Riven smiled, soft and real. "No more ghosts. No more chains."

Cassian kissed him, slow and sure. "Only fire. Only love."

Outside, the city pulsed like a heartbeat. But inside that room, two souls had stopped surviving—and started living.

The Final Ember