"He was a secret bought with blood. Now, he's a debt that must be paid." They say the Alliance is a place of perpetual spring, all golden light and blooming futures. But every garden has a shadow, and Vyaan Raheja is the coldest one of all. While the rest of the world is busy looking for the sun, Vyaan has spent his life learning the language of the dark. He doesn't speak much, because he doesn't have to. His silence is a warning, and his presence is the frost that kills the bloom. Behind the expensive suits and the untouchable reputation, Vyaan is waiting. He isn't interested in the games the elite play; he's waiting for the seasons to turn. Because when the warmth finally fades and the "Spring" is out of sight, only the winter remains. And Vyaan Raheja is finally ready to let the temperature drop.