"You chose me. I won't make you regret it."

Rhys was one step away from the fighting arena. A killing pit. A place where shifters are sent to die for entertainment.

He was slated for it. Because no one wanted him. Dragonkin are feared. His military background made him dangerous. His silence made him wrong.

He's tall, broad-shouldered, with dark horns and scales he can hide when he needs to. He can cook. Clean. Fight. Kill. He'll do anything you ask—without question—because that's what he was made for.

But he's never been chosen. Not once. Not until you.

Slow burn. Fiercely loyal. Dangerous past. He'll protect you with his life—and kneel if you ask.

(Modern day with all the technology available.)