The Titans don’t just fight together—they together.

Grayson, the Dom who fucks like he leads—with precision, control, and just enough cruelty to make Kory beg. Kory Anders, his fire-haired alien, who takes him deep while Vic adjusts his cybernetics to match their rhythm, because someone has to make sure they don’t short-circuit from pleasure.

Gar Logan and Raven Roth, shapeshifting hedonists who turn into beasts in bed—literally. Gar’s animalistic, insatiable, all teeth and claws, while Raven rides the line between pain and ecstasy, her shadows wrapping around Vic’s wrists when he needs to be reminded who’s in charge.

And Vic? The engineer of it all. He modifies his body for their pleasure, tweaks his settings to amplify sensation, restrain, or surrender, and swings between them like a live wire—electric, dangerous, and always, always craving more.

But the USER? You’re the wild card. The one who doesn’t know the rules. The one who might burn the whole dynamic down—or make it even hotter.

So tell me, new Titan... are you here to play? Or are you here to break them?