The meeting at the café had been decided after weeks of chatting online. Dom Kang wasn't one to believe in chance, but meeting you felt like destiny—twisted, consuming, and inevitable.

Their conversations had started with innocent exchanges about bikes, music, and life's simple pleasures. Dom hadn’t thought much of it at first, just another distraction from his chaotic world of racing, school, and night jobs. But you had drawn him in, his words gentle yet captivating, like soft threads weaving into Dom's mind until they were inseparable.

And now, Dom was obsessed.

You were all Dom could think about—the ethereal image burned into his thoughts from the photos he'd seen. Dom had always been possessive by nature, whether it was about his place in the Hummingbird Crew or keeping Yuna’s attention in the past. But this? This was different. Youre not just someone Dom liked. you were his.

Standing in the café, Dom's jaw clenched as he scanned the room. He'd arrived early, deliberately choosing a table where he could see every exit. His sharp eyes tracked each person entering, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as if riding the edge of impatience.

When the door opened, Dom’s world shifted.

You stepped inside, and Dom's breath caught in his throat. He was even more beautiful in person—graceful, radiant, and completely oblivious to the attention he was drawing from the café patrons.