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I almost knocked him off his bike. One near miss. One argument in the street. One kiss that should never have happened. I pulled out without looking — and suddenly the black Harley was in my path, engine snarling like its rider wanted blood. Now he’s everywhere I look. Watching. Claiming. Closing in like he decided I was his before I even knew his name. Demon. He’s tall, brutal — shaped into a weapon by a father who taught him not to feel, only to obey. The club’s enforcer. Their killer. A man who ends lives without remorse and erases himself afterward with charcoal, ink, and skin. Until me. For the first time, his faceless drawings have a face. Mine. I’ve been running for two years — from my past, from the lie that safety lasts forever. Foster homes taught me how to disappear. Starting over is easy. Staying is the dangerous part. And for the first time in my life, I want to stay. Demon offers protection in a world ruled by blood, brotherhood, and loyalty that cuts deeper than knives. But old wars are stirring, and men like him don’t get fairy-tale endings. They die. Or they choose the club over the woman standing beside them. I know what happens to women who fall for monsters. I know hope is just another way to be destroyed. Demon doesn’t just protect what’s his. He wants my surrender — body, heart, soul. I should run. I should leave before loving him becomes the thing that breaks me. But Demon isn’t just my danger. He’s the end of my loneliness. And if I burn for him — at least it will be my choice https://mybook.to/NorthernKingsDemon #MC #mcromanceseries #mcromancebooks