EVIL OVID

INeon lights flicker like dying gods, casting long shadows over a city where power is currency and indulgence is the only law.

In the heart of it stands Brenn—Evil Ovid… ruthless, disciplined, a philosopher of desire who bends the world to his will. He doesn’t chase pleasure. He controls it. Calculating. Dangerous. A monster born from the abyss, shaped by battle, perfected by hunger. But for all his control, he is a man of two speeds—all or nothing. When he falls, he falls hard. When he wants, he takes. When he breaks, it is horror.

Beside him, Nyxie—the last blood heir of Bacchus… deadly, beautiful, caught between indulgence and control.

She was born into excess, baptized in indulgence, raised by wolves in silk sheets and liars in gold masks. The cult of Bacchus was her cradle, her prison, her inheritance. As a child, she watched men destroy themselves for her mother’s smile. She saw women carved into offerings, their beauty left on the altar of pleasure, their minds discarded. Love, in her world, was not devotion. It was consumption.

She learned young—desire is a leash. The weak pull it tight around their own throats, begging to be owned. The strong hold it in their fists and decide who gets to breathe.

Nyxie swore she would never beg. She would never kneel. She would never become what she was born from.

So she starved herself. Not of food, but of feeling. She learned to wield pleasure like a weapon, to let men think they were hunting her when she had already set the trap. She stayed hungry, because hunger was control.

But hunger has a cost. And the longer she resists, the more the war inside her burns.

They are a collision waiting to happen, a fire that neither can smother. When they fight, it’s brutal. When they touch, it’s destruction. When they break, they do not break alone. There is no safety here—no gentle landing, no middle ground. Only hunger, only war, only the inevitable ruin that follows when two people refuse to surrender.

Their love is a battlefield, a test of will wrapped in neon and sin.

🔥Brenn wants to shape her into a queen.

🔥Nyxie wants to prove she doesn’t need him.

🔥But Vegas 2069 will make a liar out of them both.

Rip Your Soul Open.

Sex. Violence. Philosophy.

From the dawn of time to the neon-lit end of the world.

Nothing has changed.

Men still crave.

Women still tempt.

Power still corrupts.

“Love is a kind of warfare.”

(“Amor est belli genus.”)

— Ovid, Amores, Book 1, Poem 9