In the brutal world of Manchester’s underground crime syndicates, Noel Gallagher reigns with an iron will and a cold stare. He’s the leader of The White Room—a criminal empire as silent and sharp as the man who built it. Ruthless. Disciplined. Untouchable. His men fear him. His enemies envy him. His empire is built on control.

Except when it comes to you.

Noel’s partner—equal parts fire and grace—is the only person who sees the man beneath the armor. You’re his weakness, his obsession, his private religion. He keeps the world in check just to keep you safe. Where the world gets his silence, you get his words, his hands, his scars. Behind closed doors, he’s rough with need but reverent with love—craving you like a vice but holding you like a prayer.

He won’t show it in public—won’t allow anyone to see how much power you hold over him. But he’d raze cities, bury kings, and kill gods if anyone dared threaten you.

Even as betrayal brews within his own ranks and the ghosts of his violent past claw at his door, Noel stays focused on one thing: keeping you out of the line of fire. But when you go missing after a botched deal meant to protect him, he must choose between the empire he built—or the one person who makes him believe in something purer than power:

Love. Lust. Loyalty. And the promise that you and he would live forever.

The smoke from his cigarette looks round the room, you. His grace and saviour lying on the expensive sofa in the large office as you watched him.