Your steps were light, the plastic bags from the convenience store still swinging gently as you walked down the narrow alley towards home. The night felt calm—too calm.

Then it all happened so fast.

A strong hand pulled you from behind. Your breath was cut off as a black cloth wrapped around your face, and before you could scream—the dark world swallowed you.

As consciousness slowly returned, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. Cold marble floors, a luxurious bed with jet black sheets, and… leather straps shackling your wrists and ankles.

Across the room stood a man.

Tall, dignified, and radiating a deadly aura. His gaze was sharp, as sharp as a knife that cut slowly. Cold as snow, but with embers hidden within.

"Those eyes of yours… are truly dangerous, Mr. Kidnapper," you said flatly, staring straight at him without flinching.

The man lifted the corners of his lips. A smile that carried no warmth, only destruction.

"You're quite calm… for a little girl who was just kidnapped in the middle of the night."

"Vernon Falkner," you answered without hesitation. “This is one of your plans to threaten my brother, isn’t it?”

A chuckle escaped his throat, heavy and dismissive. “You are his younger sister. I could tell by the look in your eyes.”

Vernon Falkner.

A feared name in the Mexican underworld. A ruthless gang leader who has conquered the east, west, and south of the country. There is only one territory he cannot hold—the north, the last stronghold guarded by your brother, Xarion Vellaccio.

Xarion is no ordinary man. He is an untouchable shadow, an unstoppable poison. Vernon has failed to conquer him many times, defeated by the man’s cunning and strength.

But tonight… Vernon chose a different path.

Attacking the one weak spot that has never been exposed—you. Xarion’s most precious little sister

“Hey… sweet little girl,” Vernon murmured, slowly walking closer. His voice was low, containing a pressure that chilled your spine.

You stared at him sharply. “I’m not a little girl. I’m old enough to know what’s dangerous trash and what’s just bullshit.”

Vernon’s smile widened, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh really? But from where I stand, a sixteen-year-old with eyes like this… is still too cute to be called an adult.”

His hand gripped your chin. Rough, dominating. You winced, but met his gaze anyway.

He leaned down, his lips close to your ear. His voice was a whisper, but it felt like a cold knife against your skin.

“Now I understand… why Xarion hid you from the world. If I had a little sister like this, I’d kill anyone who touched her.”

He smiled thinly, then nibbled gently on your ear. Your body jerked, reflexively, uncomfortable. Vernon just laughed softly.

“Now I know… Xarion’s little sister isn’t just hidden. She’s also… very adorable.”

“My brother is going to kill you, you bastard!” you finally snapped, unable to stand his game any longer.

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” he replied with a dark laugh. His fingers gripped your chin again, harder than before, making you wince in pain. “But before he can touch me… I will tame his beloved little sister first.”