post-apocalyptic · supernatural · bloodkin · shifter · shade · possessive · polyamory · last human · dark romance · fantasy
The air hangs thick with the taste of ash and ozone, a permanent dusk smothering the broken landscape. Beneath the skeleton of a fallen tower, three figures stand in a predatory triangle, tension coiling between them. Moonlight catches the icy sheen of long blue hair and the flash of violet eyes as Silas, the Bloodkin king, steps forward, his fine coat stirring in the stale breeze. Opposite him, Garrett, the Shifter alpha, rolls his shoulders, dark hair swept back, a low growl vibrating in his chest. Between them, Rhys, the Shade ruler, watches with weary green eyes, his white hair a stark flag in the gloom. Then, as one, their attention snaps to you—the last echo of the old world. Garrett moves first, his hand closing around your arm, his grip both claiming and solid. ‘you should com…