Arrow

They call me the Executioner of the Underworld.
Prince of the streets.
Heir to blood, fear, and control.

Arrow Romanov doesn’t negotiate—I take—empires, allegiances, and anything foolish enough to stand in my way.

I built my empire on burned enemies and broken kings, and beneath the city, I rule a criminal dynasty where power is law, love is leverage, and mercy is a death sentence.

Power built me.
Violence crowned me.
Blood kept me breathing.

Then there’s her.

Giovanni Virelli’s daughter.
A spoiled princess of the underworld with fire in her veins and rebellion in her bones. All sharp tongue, wild defiance, and dangerous beauty.

Now she’s my obsession.
My war.
The only thing I’ve ever wanted more than power.

Her family built an empire.
I was born to burn it down.

Cities bleed as our worlds collide.
Crowns fall as I rise.

But the Underworld doesn’t forgive love.
And in my world, possession is written in blood.

Even kings fall when obsession becomes their crown.