Obsidian: The Sentinel Code Book One

Sebastian Laurent is London’s golden heir by day and the city’s whispered myth by night, a bow in his hands and justice in his sights. Cameras love him, courtiers fear him, and the streets answer when he moves. He was raised to smile for the throne, but the truth lives in the shadows he patrols, where velvet turns to grit and every heartbeat tastes like risk.

Viktor Volkov is the Sentinels’ most disciplined protector, ex-military, surgical focus, no mistakes. He reads rooms like battlefields and people like dossiers. Keeping the reckless prince alive should be tighten the perimeter, control the variables, never get close. Then Sebastian smiles like a dare, and distance becomes the one rule he cannot keep.

Ambushes on the motorcade, a gala that curdles, threats blooming inside Laurentia Palace—each strike drags them closer. Proximity becomes a weapon. Sparring turns breathless. Stolen minutes behind guarded doors taste like confession. Viktor’s control collides with Sebastian’s fire, and protection sharpens into a vow neither man is trained to survive.

Someone inside the court is pulling strings. Paparazzi lenses glitter like rifle scopes. Allies feel like traps. The next attack could arrive in smoke or champagne. To outlast the rot and the puppeteer behind it, they have to choose each other, blade to bow, body to body, again and again, even when love feels like the riskiest mission of all.

Dark royal intrigue, knife-edge chemistry, and a bodyguard who would burn the world to save his prince.