Author's Note. (Important) TROPES Family Tree

🥀 Author’s Note to the Reader

This is not your usual story.

This is not a tale of flowers, sunshine, or easy love.

This is the story of two souls carved from shadows — Alaric Valtor and Eira Valtor.

Both carry the same surname, but don’t be fooled. Blood is not love, family is not safety, and power is not protection. Sometimes the people you call your own are the very hands that carve the deepest scars into you.

Alaric Valtor is the President of India. A man who rules with steel in his veins, not warmth in his heart. He is untouchable, calculated, and merciless — the kind of man who doesn’t just win, he annihilates. He was born to lead, raised to control, and trained to hide any weakness. His mind is sharper than a blade, his silence louder than any scream, and his presence alone commands nations.

But underneath that power, he is dangerous in ways words cannot contain.

He is not your savior.

He is your warning.

Then there’s Eira Valtor.

A psychology student. A girl who should have been sheltered, protected, loved. Instead, she was broken. She carries trauma like a second skin, but never lets the world see the cracks. People call her unstable, violent, reckless — and perhaps she is. Because pain makes monsters out of angels, and Eira is no angel.

She doesn’t crave love.

She doesn’t beg for acceptance.

She is fire — untamed, unpredictable, and unafraid to burn.

And yet, she and Alaric share the same curse.

They are both dangerous.

Both carved by betrayal.

Both poisoned by hate.

But hate is never pure. It is never clean.

Hate is messy. It claws, it tears, it bleeds into obsession. It’s sharp enough to wound, but intoxicating enough to pull you closer even as it destroys you.

Alaric and Eira crave to hate each other.

It’s the only language they know, the only tether binding them together. Every word is a knife, every glance is a war, every silence is a battlefield. They should have been family. They should have been allies. Instead, they became each other’s chaos, each other’s undoing.

This book is not about heroes.

It’s not about villains either.

It’s about two broken souls who are both.

⚜️ Alaric is a President to the world, but a storm in Eira’s life.

⚜️ Eira is a psychology student to the world, but a curse in Alaric’s life.

Their story is not simple. It is not clean. It will bleed.

It will bruise.

It will consume.

You, dear reader, are about to step into a world where morality is blurred, where love is stitched with hatred, and where obsession feels like the only truth. You will not find comfort here. What you will find is fire, ice, poison, and desire twisted into something that should not exist, but does.

Because that’s what Alaric and Eira are — a contradiction, a war, a craving too dangerous to name.

He is in control. She is chaos.

He is silence. She is scream.

He is restraint. She is rebellion.

Together, they are destruction.

Together, they are inevitable.

So if you choose to read on, don’t expect softness. Don’t expect a safe romance that holds your hand and kisses your scars. No. This story will drag you by the throat, bruise your heart, and set your mind on fire. It will make you question loyalty, morality, even love itself.

And maybe, just maybe, you will find pieces of yourself in their rage, their pain, their hunger.

Because at the end of the day — aren’t we all just a little dangerous when the world breaks us?

Welcome to the world of Alaric Valtor and Eira Valtor.

Two souls who should never collide, but always will.

Two names written in blood, bound by fate, and cursed to crave the one thing they should never touch.

This is not love.

This is not hate.

This is both.

And it will ruin them.

And it will ruin you.

TROPES 🎀

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