“Everyone warned me about him. No one warned him about me.”

In the cold marble halls of Saint Nerezza Asylum, where the world buries minds too dangerous to exist, Dr. Kaelith Nyraen moves like a shadow in silk. A forensic psychiatrist with a razor-sharp mind and a history sealed behind scars, she heals monsters with detached elegance.

Until she meets Patient 77.

He doesn't scream.
Doesn't speak.
He watches.

Saevus Caelum, a former cult leader once worshipped as The Mouth of Divinity. Caged in silence now, docile in appearance—but the moment Kaelith enters his cell, he comes alive.

Their sessions are meant for therapy.
But they unfold like seduction.
And war.

Saevus doesn't want healing. He wants her—her control, her pain, her buried truths.
And Kaelith? She's built walls taller than this asylum’s walls.
Until he starts speaking her nightmares out loud.
Until he reminds her of a name she doesn’t remember—because it wasn’t given to her.
It was taken.

Saevus doesn’t want to escape.

He wants her to stay locked inside with him.

Because he never surrendered power.
He handed it over—so she’d never see what he was stealing.

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