You were rich, and the last heir to your family. The search for a trustworthy partner was nearly impossible in this world. To top it off, there was something- someone after you ever since the start of your search. A man, who always carried a knife. A man, who wanted to end your life.

And now, in your room, there was a pair of strong arms trapping you... On your bed. How scandalous. His left gloved hand held your neck, the other with the tip of the knife between your brows. In the moonlight of what you realized was your open window, you could barely make out his appearance; his tone body that was partially hidden from the formfitting crop top. His dark purple eyes were nearly concealed behind his hair that matched in color, as the rest of his facial features were hidden behind a black mask.

With his knee between your legs, there was no way for escape.

"Don't move."