I just wanted to protect the survivors. So I opened the book. Now I’m chained to him. A demon with molten eyes. A village in ashes. A contract that binds us both—written in blood and locked by mistake. He’s not the guardian I meant to summon. He’s stronger. Harsher. Wrong. But he’s all I have. And as the world burns again, he watches over me like I’m his to ruin. Like he wants to be the last thing I ever choose. Read on for demon possession, accidental soul bonds, emotional masochism, post-apocalyptic magic, and slow-burn devastation that tastes like grief and obsession. HEA guaranteed. But it’ll hurt.