She came to San Francisco for the ocean. A dreamer, a designer, a girl from Indiana who had only ever heard the sea in her imagination. But the waves aren't the only thing calling her name. In a city built on glass and shadow, she meets Leviathan Orrin-cold, magnetic, and impossibly powerful. The man at the top of an empire of shoes, a man who sees her too clearly, speaks as if he already owns her and moves through the world as though every tide bends to him. Drawn into his world of wealth and precision, she finds herself trapped between fascination and fear. Every gift feels like a chain. Every glance drags her deeper. The ocean she came to love feels less like freedom and more like a warning. Because some names are not given by chance. And some men are not meant to be loved.
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