Harry is a young student from the Spaceflight Academy. He is owner of excellent reflexes and an acute vision, his main ambition is to be assigned as the gunner of one of the most sophisticated and top secret spacecrafts created by man: The Needle. An spacecraft of two crewmembers, which implies that Harry shall have a partner. In his first day he meets Louis, the most dangerous cadet of the Academy. There are rumors that Louis killed his last partner. The ice from his blue eyes and his face marked with an ugly scar, are not enough to intimidate Harry. But when he finds he has been assigned as his partner, things change. Tension rises to unsuspected limits when Louis informs him that, to fly the craft, he and Harry shall do it naked, with their bodies entwined in a sensual dance. A sexual intimacy that gets Harry to feel angry and very awkward because of the feelings that are waking up in him. Louis shall dominate Harry completely, get his total acceptance will be the only thing that will keep them alive. And for that he shall force him to break through all his limits.

Louis is the new secretary for the famous CEO Harry Styles, who has had a record for breaking hearts. Almost instantly, Louis hates the man yet lusts after him all together. So they make a deal to use each other for their own needs. But what happens when the CEO's ice cold heart starts cracking?

"And yours..." His voice was barely audible to me. All I could hear was my heart beating too fast in my chest. "M-Mine?" He gave me a small smile, but his eyes were distant. They stared into mine. I felt violated, as if he were reading me like an open book. I felt exposed. "Yours is red," he finally said. "Red?" "Red," he confirmed. It was silent. He didn't offer me a definition of what a red aura meant. His eyes narrowed at me, seeing my confusion. "You seem perplexed, do you know what a red aura means?" I slowly shook my head, our eye contact never breaking. The longer he held my gaze the more uneasy I felt; the more exposed. He kept my gaze as he absentmindedly picked up the pen in his fingers. He explained without emotion, "A red aura can mean many things. Yours?" My eyes had drifted the pen he rolled between his pointer and thumb. "Yours is wavering ever so slightly. It's also tinted darker." I tried to swallow but my throat was too dry. I could feel his eyes burning holes into my head. I kept my eyes trained on the pen moving slowly in his fingers. "That means you're nervous," he told me. Chills exploded down my spine, my palms began to sweat, and I could feel my heart rate pick up. He added, "I'm use to that reaction though." I sighed lowly, hoping he didn't notice, in relief. I flexed my fingers only now noticing how my hands were slightly shaking. I clasped them together under the table so he wouldn't notice. I felt the heat of his gaze slowly follow them. After watching the area where they rested under the table, his gaze came back to mine. I quickly adverted my eyes back to the pen still rolling in his fingers. I could feel my heart rate pick up again just from feeling his gaze as he watched me in silence. He abruptly said, "It also represents fear." I felt the color drain from my face. The pen stopped moving. I looked up to meet his hard gaze. He had a thin smile, eyes glistening with mischief. "Do you fear me, Harry?"