KYROS: FIRE AND ICE
In the vertical tomb of Kryos, the sun is a myth, and mercy is a death sentence.
I, Koro Dew, was born a Varg-Kyrie, a biological abomination, a hybrid scavenger born from a wolf’s hunger and a vampire. In the frozen slums of the glacier, I survived by being invisible and ran the slipstream races not for the glory of the Zenith games, only for the adrenaline that kept my stagnant blood from turning to ice.
That was until Rujin Marks caught my scent.
Rujin is the high-Mountain Dragon who owns the sky, a creature of such volatile, toxic fire, who is drawn to me because my hybrid blood is the only one that can cool his and in existence that can temper his lethal dragon-fire.
With a flick of his pen, Rujin bought my debts, erased my identity, and bound me into a fixed asset contract. I was no longer a person but his property, a damn stabilizer in a damn cage of obsidian and ice.
And even worse, to ensure I never escaped the madman, enforced the Thermal Lock. If I move more than ten feet from his side, my body temperature rises, my heart will literally stop unless I am touching the damn monster who stole my life, and he feeds on my cold, and I have to survive on his heat.
Rujin thinks he can tame me, but forgets that the wolf in his cage is still a predator, and more so, a vampire who has already seen the dark has no reason to fear the man who claims to own the fire. He can hoard my blood or my breath, but I will watch him burn before I let him own my soul.
But as the shifter's greed grows in Kryos, the realization hits me that Rujin owns the heat that keeps me alive, and I own the blood that keeps him sane, but in this city, the only thing more dangerous than freezing to death is burning for the man who holds the matches.
Will our contract survive the coming storm, or will our friction plunge Kryos into eternal turmoil?