She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰. " ⠀⠀ Sade Lux wasn't looking for anything that night just a drink, some silence, and a break from everything ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ she built on her own. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Then she met 'Dante' Reggie Thompson and 'Marcus' Nico Seo. Best friends. Complete opposites. Both impossible to ignore. Dante is bold, charming, and doesn't hesitate to make his interest known. Nico is quiet, controlled, and ⠀⠀⠀⠀watching her like he already understands her. What starts as a simple conversation turns into something neither of them expected... and something ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ none of them can walk away from. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Because they both want her. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ And Sade doesn't want to choose.

He watches. He waits. He chooses. Lorenzo De Rossi-Il Falco. A man who controls everything-his empire, his enemies... and the city that fears his name. Until her. Mia was never meant to be part of his world. Brilliant. Guarded. Far too observant for her own good-seeing the cracks in a man no one dares question. What begins as a moment... becomes something far more dangerous. An obsession. And in Lorenzo's world, obsession isn't a weakness. It's a liability. Pulled into a life built on power, loyalty, and blood, Mia is forced to navigate a man who doesn't ask-he decides. A man who watches her like claiming her is inevitable. But Mia isn't something to be owned. And Lorenzo isn't a man who lets go. When secrets unravel and war threatens everything he's built, one truth becomes clear: Loving her might cost him his empire. But losing her? Isn't an option.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.