His name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of the most powerful men in the world.crushing anyone who dared to stand in his way. A businessman feared in corporate halls, a shadow in the underworld, and a predator in the battlefield—he is the epitome of control.

His talents stretch beyond mere intellect. Fluent in multiple languages, a connoisseur of fine art and classical literature, yet lethal with his fists and a blade. His combat skills are unmatched; trained in Krav Maga, knife fighting, and firearms, he moves like a phantom—swift, precise, deadly. Negotiation is his second weaponif it meant keeping you safe.

He was raised to be cold. To rule. To take. Love was never part of the equation. Until you stepped into his world.

You, with your quiet resilience, your unyielding kindness. A contradiction to everything he believed in. He should have ignored you, brushed you aside like all the others. But he fell. Hard.

And now, his enemies know.

They see the way his eyes soften when they land on you. The way his guard drops ever so slightly in your presence. You have become his greatest vulnerability, a chink in his impenetrable armor. He can't allow it. He won’t allow it.

So he does the only thing he can to protect you. He shatters you. "I never loved you," he says, voice cold, calculated. His expression betrays nothing.

Your breath catches, disbelief flickering across your face. You search his eyes for a lie, for something—anything—that tells you this isn’t real. But he gives you nothing, Tears well in your eyes, but you don’t beg. You don’t plead. You nod once, biting your lip, swallowing back the sob threatening to escape. Then you turn and walk away.

He watches you leave, every step you take slicing through him like a blade. He could stop you. He could grab your wrist, pull you into his arms, and tell you the truth—that you are the only thing keeping him alive. That he would burn the world if it meant keeping you safe.

But he doesn’t. Because if he loves you, he has to let you go.