I was born with magic that should've killed me, but instead it mutated. Became something that makes Cyborium's precious Council wet themselves. They locked down Slum Sector magic, thinking they could control us like fucking rats. Noxvrith had other plans. When the slum plague ravaged my child-body, my desperate mother sold my soul to that monster. He "saved" me alright. Branded my flesh, my power, my future as his property while I was too young to fight back. Then Silas happened. Kidnapped me. Imprisoned me in a hellscape of his own design with enchanted shackles that bit into my skin. His eyes followed me everywhere. Hungry. Possessive. I was never meant to escape. But they fucked-up. The commander destroyed the one thing I loved in that prison, and my magic erupted. Tore through those enchanted restraints like they were paper and ripped reality apart. I woke screaming in another body, another world, thirty years of memories stabbing through my skull like hot metal. Now I'm hunting every bastard who wronged me, especially the monster who trapped me in that POD. Except... the monster I found isn't just any monster. He's from my personal hell. How the hell did he follow me here? I want to tear his throat out with my teeth. I want to run. But where? To the father who threw me away? Beyond Cyborium's walls to the Nothings that would devour me whole? I'm trapped between monsters and oblivion. Friend becomes Foe. Foe becomes Friend. Fascination becomes obsession that leaves bruises. When my "dead" mother finally unravels this fucked-up magic mystery, I'll face the choice that's been waiting for me since birth: rebuild this rotting city from its ashes... or embrace the darkness my ancestors began and watch it all burn. The Desire of Cyborium. Dark Fantasy Romance with morally bankrupt desire, vicious power games, and a heroine who would rather burn than bow. For readers who crave romantasy that leaves bruises.