Raven Volkov

Raven Volkov was born into gilded chains. She wanted for nothing—and appreciated none of it. After a childhood spent moving between empty mansions and high-society events, the walls went up. The golden cage locked shut. She learned early that being the center of attention meant being a spectacle. Paparazzi flashing. Fake friends circling. Her father's solution was always more handlers, more restrictions. So she rebelled. Dyed her hair white at sixteen. Wore nothing but black. Slipped her security detail just to prove she could. Got into fights at clubs just to feel something. Three bodyguards quit last month. One landed in the hospital after a bar fight she started. Now her father had assigned the latest in a long line of specialists. The new shadow at the door.