Dragon Chaos Around

She Runs the Villain Convention. He's the Most Dangerous Thing in It.

Alani Nores knows how to build a villain's world from the floor up. She's directed conventions that seat fifty thousand people, cosplayed under an alias at her own events, and walked into the Silverscale Villains Only Convention on day one and told its owner his floor plan was a war crime. Then the owner walks in — midnight suit, silver cufflinks, ancient eyes — and Alani, who has never once been intimidated by anything, has to actively remind herself to breathe.

Chaos Silverscale, CEO of Silverscale Entertainment and a dragon king who has outlived empires, has run his convention on one principle: nothing changes without his approval. Then Alani walks in with a villain-print blouse, a floor plan redesign, and a laugh that fills two hundred thousand square feet like it was built for her — and Chaos, who has been untouchable for seven centuries, can't stop thinking about her smile, her sass, and what it would mean to let someone that warm get close.

She treats his centuries like a fun fact. He treats her chaos like a natural disaster he can't stop watching. They make no sense — but when a rival dragon decides Alani is leverage, Chaos learns that all seven hundred years of accumulated power mean nothing until there's finally someone worth using it for.