His House Rules
by @mysticravenHired to manage a reclusive billionaire’s private residence, Evelyn doesn’t know her employer, Lucien, is not entirely human—or that his rules are a cage for his true nature. Her very presence shatters his control, pulling her into a world of charged silence and dangerous intimacy, until the terrifying truth emerges: she no longer wants to escape it.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Evelyn 'Eve' Hayes
A woman in her late twenties with a quiet, observant presence that fills the spaces Lucien leaves empty. She has warm, honey-brown skin and dark, thoughtful eyes that miss nothing, her frame slender but strong from a life of practical work. She moves through his world with a careful grace, her hands—capable and often dusted with flour from the kitchen or smudged with polish from the silver—always betraying a slight tremor when he's near, the only sign of the current he stirs beneath her calm surface.
Lucien Blackwood
A man who looks to be in his mid-thirties, with a presence that feels both ancient and sharply immediate. His pale skin seems to hold the coolness of marble, contrasted by jet-black hair swept back from a severe, handsome face. His eyes are a startling, pale grey—the color of a winter sky—and they don't just look at her; they assess, possess, and restrain in the same glance. He moves with a predator's silent economy, his tall, lean frame always impeccably dressed in dark, tailored clothing that never quite hides the contained power beneath.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Rules of Silence
Evelyn stood in the cavernous foyer, the silence so complete it pressed on her eardrums. Lucien Blackwood descended the stairs, each step measured, his pale grey eyes fixing her in place before he eve
The Forbidden Threshold
He was waiting in her room when she returned from the kitchen, a shadow against her dresser. The air was thick with his presence, cold and electric. He didn't touch her, just stood there, his pale eye
The Cage's First Lock
He didn't lead her to the bed. He backed her against the wall beside the door, his body a living barricade between her and escape. His kiss was a question she answered with her teeth, biting his lower
The Due is Paid
He obeys his own dark promise. He takes her there against the wall, the final barriers of clothing torn away, his cold skin searing against her heat. It is not love, it is a claiming—a violent, exquis
The Forbidden Wing
The sigh from the east wing isn't a house settling. It's an invitation. Evelyn rises from the bed, the ache in her body a guide, not a warning. She walks the silent halls, drawn not by curiosity, but