He doesn't ask. He takes.

And when he takes, the world bends.

He watches from behind glass towers, a man built from silence and fury. His name is whispered, not spoken. To the powerful, he's a storm in tailored black. To her, he's the shadow behind every locked door, the heat in every forbidden glance. She never meant to be noticed—but now he's marked her.

No rules. No escape.

Their worlds were never meant to touch—her soft resilience, his brutal empire. But the moment her eyes met his across that cold boardroom floor, something shifted. Something dangerous. She awakens the hunger he's buried beneath billion-dollar deals and merciless ambition.

He doesn't show love. He shows control.

And control, for him, is everything.

She tells herself she hates him—his arrogance, his power, the way he sees straight through her defenses. But hate burns too hot. It consumes. And now, she's learning that monsters don't always come with claws. Sometimes, they come in the form of a man who never raises his voice... yet owns every inch of her soul.

He won't beg. He won't plead.

He'll simply claim what's his.

And she was his from the first glance.