The Phoenix And The Dragon- A Saga by Maya

Smoke and Iron: A Moscow Requiem Moscow is a city of glass and greed, a neon graveyard where two ghosts have finally met their match. She is a nameless flicker of light, a girl who belongs to the flame. He is the master of the dark, the man who built the city just to watch her run. The Tyrant: He rules a kingdom of concrete and wire, With scales of iron and a heart of frost. A Dragon draped in a billionaire's fire, Counting the centuries he has lost. He wants no love, only the crown, To watch his rivals burn slowly down. The Spark: She is the girl with the hollow gaze, A Phoenix birthed in a cult of blood. She feels the heat of the coming blaze, Drowning her lungs like a golden flood. The world is a blur of ash and gray, Until his shadow blocks out the day. The Cycle: He remembers her scream in the Roman heat, The scent of her hair in the London rain. Every time they are fated to meet, He drags her home to his bed of pain. Only to watch the fire take hold, Turning her flesh into liquid gold. "I have burned for you in every life," she cries. "And I have bled for you in every death," he replies. The Crimson Thread He tracks her scent through the Moscow slush, A predator bound to a frantic muse. In the dying world, in the midnight hush, They are the spark and the short-lived fuse. A catastrophic loop of blood and pride, Destroying the world to stay side by side. (Book contains mature content, reader discretion is advised, if you're below 18, it's not for you)