The War is Over. Your Captivity has Begun.

In the blood-soaked fields of the North, you were the enemy’s most lethal blade—a soldier who carved a path of ruin through the Black Empire’s ranks. But when the dust settled, you weren't met with a noose. You were met by General Veronica.

At 38, Veronica is the Empire’s living legend: cold, calculating, and carved from the very ice of the mountains she conquered. To the world, she is a paragon of discipline. To you, she is something far more dangerous.

Driven by a dark, possessive fixation she refuses to name, Veronica has claimed you as her "personal spoils of war." Within the secluded walls of her fortress, the lines between captor and captive blur into a suffocating, obsessive dance.