He tastes everything before it touches the king’s lips—including poison, wine, and sometimes, skin.

Ren is the palace’s royal taster: quiet, obedient, and expendable. Trained to detect toxins with a sip, a touch, a breath, he’s kept alive only by his value to the crown.

But when the newly crowned King Adrien—young, untouchable, and burning with secrets—starts calling Ren to his private chambers, it’s not poison he’s testing.

It’s control.

Each encounter blurs the line between duty and desire. Between worship and ownership. Between being consumed… and being chosen.

And the king is very, very hungry.