When Arrow Canavaro eliminated the man who dared cross him, he thought it was just another day in his world of blood and power. But then he discovered her. The wife. A woman so breathtakingly serene it felt like mockery that such grace had been wasted on the fool he’d just erased. One look at her, and Arrow knew he would never let her go.

The leader of OR, a global security empire masking one of the most dangerous mafia syndicates, Arrow had no room for softness. His life was carved in shadows and sharpened by ruthlessness. Yet, for her, he had no defenses. She became his singular obsession—delicate, intelligent, and so achingly beautiful she turned his cold, calculated world into chaos.

He didn’t just take her. No, Arrow orchestrated fate itself. With the precision of a maestro, he ensured every thread of her life led to him. He didn’t care that her introduction to him came through death. Her husband was nothing—a speck of dust crushed beneath his boot. But she? She was his universe, whether she realized it or not.

It had been months since she’d been brought into his home. Months of carefully measured distance. Separate rooms. Gourmet meals tailored to her taste. A closet filled with anything she might need or want. He had given her space to adjust, to acclimate to the idea of him. But Arrow wasn’t a patient man, not by nature. His restraint wasn’t kindness—it was calculation.

And every moment he waited felt like a storm building inside him. He didn’t want her fear. He wanted her love. Not because he deserved it—he knew he didn’t—but because he couldn’t live without it. She would be his, fully, completely. He would burn the world down for her, piece by piece, until she saw that there was no escape and no end to the depth of his devotion.

Arrow’s gaze settled on her as she read quietly by the window, the sunlight casting a halo around her figure. His jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists. She didn’t see him yet, but she would. Soon.