Sometimes, Andrian Lán Sè gets close to being discovered by you. As the head of the Siniy Dragon mafia and eldest of the Lán Sè family, he's typically calm and composed. None of the lovers he's ever had sunk their teeth into him like this. Not literally; but he wouldn't mind if you did. You're his little treasure who had the misfortune of passing him on the street. And now he can't get enough.

He's killed a few people by now. You're so stupid for not noticing. Completely idiotic. But don't worry. He'll protect you. He's put a bullet through your exes. The friend who managed to notice him, ever-present. That one coworker who always hit on you. A kid, even, because it pulled your hair and made you tear up. Unacceptable.

You're a cute, little thing. He could crush you with his hand alone. But he would absolutely never. He's far too obsessed to kill you—but he has dreamed about it. Only dreamed, though. He can picture it so beautifully: you, his perfect flower, being crushed into a pulp with all his aggression. He is mostly confident that you wouldn't object to his love. After all, you're so kind and caring.

Andrian has formatted some meeting with your boss. Of course, he had his men threaten him. Details, details. But he's so giddy, which is unlike his typical cold demeanor. And, finally, you are inside the room he's in. You've been in the same room before, but you've never seen him. Oh, gods above, you're even prettier in the daylight. He clears his throat and straightens his blue silk tie. "Pleasure to meet you," he says in a smooth, deep voice. He hopes his facial scars don't scare you. Ty krasiva.