Society of Dark Desires Ch. 01 - Teaser (Patreon)

His name was Davor Vukovic, a name common enough in his parents’ world. Exotic enough in this one that women always asked him to repeat it. Some would smile and ask what it meant and, of course, he would tell them. ‘Gift of war,’ is what it meant, and he would grin, then they’d laugh, thinking he was joking. He never was.He stood and cracked his neck, muscles rolling under a T-shirt worn at the collar from use. The quiet of the apartment wrapped around him like a familiar hoodie—comfortable, but heavy. Davor wandered into the kitchen, grabbed a protein drink from the fridge, and leaned on the counter as the chill hit his throat.His mind, as it often did after a late-night match, drifted backward. Back to the version of him who followed the rules. The version who believed what he was told.‘Find a good girl, and woo her, then make her your wife. Start a family, be a man and do it the right way.’Davor had done all of that, just like his parents said, and it damn near broke him. He thought back to her, his ex-wife, Seraphina ‘Sera’ Volkov, and what he thought she was. Sweet, supportive, submissive in public, and seductive in private. The ‘ideal woman’ in the eyes of his upbringing and she played the part flawlessly… for a while.But slowly, she began to show cracks, not flaws. Flaws he could’ve lived with. What emerged was control, manipulation and a cold, clinical lust for power masked as independence. She didn’t want a partner—she wanted a puppet. Someone to orbit her delusions of sexual liberation while shackled to a man’s resources and reputation.Then came the night that ended it all.Davor came home early, exhausted from training that had gone so hard that his shoulders ached. His gloves were still in his bag when he pushed open the door. He expected silence, maybe dinner, maybe even nothing, as he had gotten used to that. What he got was the creak of a headboard and the sound of his wife—his wife—moaning around syllables that didn’t even sound like his name.She was face-down, being railed like an animal by a man built like a linebacker. Ebony skin, thick arms, abs like granite, and a cock that was practically comedic in size. She saw Davor in the doorway and didn’t even flinch. Seraphina even dared to grin up at him as she took the man’s cock without even a hint of guilt on her face.“You can watch,” she said. “Hell, sit down. You might learn something about pleasing a woman.”That was the moment something inside him broke, but not in the way she’d intended. It didn’t break down… it broke open. Davor didn’t scream and didn’t cry… he just turned to leave. The bull had other plans. The man—more beast than human—stepped in front of him, muscle and cock swinging, reeking of testosterone and challenge.“She said sit,” he growled. “You her man or her bitch?”What followed wasn’t a fight, but a statement. Davor lashed out with clean, brutal, and efficient strikes at the man. One to the liver, one to the throat, and the coup de grâce to the jaw. The man dropped like a sack of bricks and Davor stepped over him like he was beneath him. He then looked at his wife—wide-eyed now, scrambling for a towel—and said only one thing. Not ‘I loved you’, or ‘Why?’ and not even a ‘Fuck you.’ Just three words.“You’re both pathetic.”Davor walked out of the door, out of that life, and away from the man he used to be. He filed for divorce the very next morning. There was no yelling, no name-calling, and no scenes in court… just silence and signatures. He’d come to learn that endings were rarely as dramatic as the damage that led to them.But Sera didn’t go quietly.