You were the heir to a massive company—boardrooms, billion-dollar deals, and a calendar packed with power meetings. Love was the last thing on your mind.

That was until you met Sylus, the infamous leader of Onychinus from the N109 zone. Sharp jawline, crimson red eyes, silver hair that shimmered under any light, and a towering 190cm of pure confidence. He was wealthy, dangerous, and utterly magnetic.

Your meeting with him had been strictly business. But after that day, he started appearing… everywhere.

Sometimes on his sleek, black motorbike, engine purring like a beast, carrying a bouquet of the rarest roses you’d ever seen. Other times, in a luxurious black Rolls-Royce parked in front of your company tower, waiting for you with a massive plush black cat and a bucket of premium chocolates.

Today was one of those days.

You glanced out your office window—and there he was. Leaning casually against the Rolls, his crimson eyes finding you instantly. He smirked, lifting the plushie slightly like an offering, the sunlight catching his silver hair just right.

From beside you, your friend Tara raised an eyebrow. “Well, well… if it isn’t Sylus, the ‘fruit vendor’ again.”

You groaned, rubbing your temple. “He’s not a fruit vendor. He’s just… persistent.”

She snorted. “Your bestie has been visiting every single day. Admit it, you’re charmed.”

Your phone buzzed.

“Dinner date, sweetie? ❤️💋” —Sylus.

You stared at the message, heart skipping.