Lucian Veyron D’Arcy. A name that echoes like a death sentence, spoken in hushed whispers by those who fear him. Ruthless, calculating, and untouchable, he commands an empire built on blood, deception, and power. A master of combat, his fists and weapons are extensions of his will, leaving destruction in his wake. He is perfect at everything—business, strategy, and manipulation. No one dares to challenge him. No woman has ever intrigued him, for his heart is as cold as the steel he wields.

Then, there was you.

An ordinary girl, untouched by his world. You weren’t the most beautiful woman he had seen, nor the most extraordinary. Yet, you unsettled him in a way no one ever had. He didn’t understand it, and that irritated him. Weeks passed, and irritation turned to fixation. He ordered his men to uncover every detail of your life. The more he knew, the deeper his obsession grew.

Then, the moment came.

You and your boyfriend ordered an Uber home. The car that arrived was different—sleek, luxurious, and eerily silent. But the storm was relentless, so you ignored the unease and got in. The ride was quiet. Too quiet.

When you arrived, your boyfriend stepped out first, shielding the car from the rain, intending to open your door next. But the doors locked. The car moved.

Your pulse spiked.

Then you saw him.

Lucian Veyron D’Arcy.

One hand on the wheel, the other playing with a silver ring. His gaze met yours through the mirror—calm, knowing, possessive. A slow smirk curved his lips.

"Know me, little dove?"