He ruled the city with blood on his hands and shadows at his back. She ruled her world with books, coffee, and the belief that monsters only lived in stories. Until she met him. One night, she sketches a stranger sitting across from her in the café - dark suit, colder eyes. She doesn't know he's Luciano De Rossi, the man who rules the city's underworld. When that sketch ends up on her art blog, it spreads fast. Too fast. Now he's standing in her bookstore, holding the drawing in his hand. And his voice is low enough to make the world tilt: "You have a habit of drawing things you shouldn't, little dove." That's the moment her story begins - when her quiet life collides with the devil's empire.