Luna The shadows still stalk my steps, even after two years. His voice still haunts my dreams, even after all this time. I swore I'd never dance with devils who paint their stories in blood again. Yet here I am, undone by a pair of storm-grey eyes that made me break every promise I ever made to myself. Roman Empire built on logic. Kingdom ruled by control. I've survived this long by keeping my demons chained and my emotions buried. That's what I thought, at least... until I met a pair of forest-green eyes sprinkled with stars. Now I'm learning that the most dangerous obsession comes with freckles and the power to bring me to my knees.