One is a lethal machine. The other is a beautiful mess. He is the man of absolute silence. A ghost in a lsuit who moves through the world like an apex predator. He doesn't negotiate, he doesn't apologize, and he definitely doesn't have time for a chaotic university student with a sharp tongue and zero survival instincts. Then there's the brat. He's a whirlwind of dramatic exits, petty curses, and enough "extra" energy to power a small city. He's the boy who refuses to be ignored, the one who looks at the most dangerous man in the city and decides to make him a target for his next tantrum. It started with a small incident. . It should have ended with a check and a cold shoulder. But he isn't finished pushing buttons, and for the first time in his life, the man started to enjoy the DISASTER. He wanted to teach the brat a lesson in silence. The brat is about to show him that silence is a very lonely place to live. MY BEAUTIFUL DISASTER ~~~~~~~~~~

He had never seen anything like it. She was supposed to break. She was supposed to tremble under his touch, lower her gaze, beg for mercy. Instead, she defies him. Not with words-through her gaze, her movements, something unspoken but present in every breath she takes. He loves it. Loves the way she responds, how she doesn't flee, how she challenges him even though she knows there's no escape. He's never had anything like this. He's never felt hunger like this. She's his. Not because he took her. But because he can't let her go.