Athena Clark was hired to keep the house spotless-not to fall in love with the man who owned it. Quiet, capable, and carrying her own scars, Athena keeps her head down in the estate of Alexander Quinn-a CEO known for his brilliance, his discipline, and the icy walls he's built around his heart. He's betrothed to someone he doesn't love. She's invisible in a world that doesn't see her. But every brush of hands, every glance held too long, every word left unsaid begins to crack the surface. Beneath the power imbalance lies something dangerous-an attraction too deep to name and too forbidden to act on. When Athena is suddenly forced to leave, it should have ended there. But Alexander Quinn doesn't let go-not when he's finally learned what it means to feel. A Kind of Gentle Ruin is a tender, slow-burning romance about restraint, longing, and the love that quietly undoes us all. "You were never beneath me, Athena. You were the only thing holding me together." - Alexander Quinn "I memorized the sound of your footsteps, Alexander... because it was the only part of you I was allowed to feel." - Athena Clark