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In a city where power is currency and mercy is a myth, Lucas survives behind a bar-soft, trembling, already half-broken by debts he never made.
Then she sees him.
Ariadne Wolfe, the mafia queen who does not love gently, does not want briefly, and never lets go.
Taken as payment. Kept as possession.
What begins as fear slowly blurs into longing, obsession tangles with devotion, and captivity starts to feel dangerously close to desire.
This is not a love story born in light.
It is forged in shadows-where control feels like protection, and surrender feels like fate.