Her Nightmare

Iyla Rosaries has always believed that sweetness can save the world. Maybe that's why she ended up in pastry school-whipping sugar into silk and folding butter into magic, finding solace in the soft hum of ovens and the scent of vanilla. At twenty, she's a second-year student with an olive glow to her skin, light brown eyes that look like honey dipped in sunlight, and a quiet determination beneath her gentle smile. Orphaned at five, she grew up learning to stitch her own warmth-through cooking, crocheting, baking, and burying herself in novels where happy endings always existed... somewhere.

But some storms don't arrive with thunder. Some walk in dressed in a tailored suit and carry danger in their eyes.

Cyrus Lannister, twenty-eight, is a man who has never tasted sweetness-unless it belonged to him. Six-foot-three of controlled chaos, all sharp lines, brunette hair, and emerald eyes cold enough to silence a room. In the daylight, he's the ruthless CEO of The Veiled, a multinational empire headquartered in Moscow. At night, he becomes something else-the silent ruler of the underworld, where dirty business flows as freely as blood and mercy is a foreign word.

Their worlds were never meant to touch.
She is softness.
He is steel.
She creates.
He destroys.

But when innocence steps into the path of corruption-when honey-sunlight eyes meet emerald ice-something fractures. And Cyrus, who has spent his entire life taking, finds himself wanting something he can't buy, threaten, or lock away.

Iyla.

And once a man like him wants something... he never lets go.