Lilian Aster Hawthorn is 15 when she's diagnosed as a clinical psychopath. Her parents, exhausted by her "episodes," send her to a shrink, hoping for answers. What they get is a label. A Psychopath. But Lilian has always known she was different-cold, detached, an outsider looking in.
She believes no one truly sees her.
But Lawrence does.
He is the kind of man people remember without ever truly knowing. He doesn't need to speak to command a room-his presence alone is enough. Power clings to him effortlessly, woven into every glance, every measured movement. He is charismatic, artistic, and intellectual, yet sarcastic with a god-complex. People are drawn to him without understanding why. But his focus is elsewhere. On her.
From the moment he saw Lilian, he knew she was different-unsettling yet magnetic. Something about her should be terrifying, but it isn't. If anything, it fascinates him. He watches from a distance, unseen, waiting. She doesn't know he exists. Not yet.
But one day, she will.
And when she does, she'll belong to him.