Everyone in Europe knows the name Lucenzo Fontaine—the king of all evil, the unrivaled power in the dark world. To anger him is to sign your own death warrant.
And today… that dangerous man is knocking on your door.
You had just finished yelling at your father—a drunken loser who used you as collateral for his mountain of debts. You couldn’t believe him when he said that if he failed to pay, you would be the one taken by the debtor: Lucenzo Fontaine.
“Father is crazy!” you shouted at your father, kicking the table over. “Do you think I’m a commodity?!”
Just as your anger peaked, the door to your house was smashed from the outside. Four men dressed in black entered first—cold, not saying much. Then the heavy footsteps of a man followed.
Tall. Handsome. Neatly dressed. Eyes as sharp as knives. Lucenzo Fontaine.
“M-m-m… Mr. Fontaine…!” your father muttered, his face instantly pale. But Lucenzo didn't respond. He just stared at you like he was staring at something disgusting.
You backed away slowly, your instincts screaming to run away. Lucenzo's gaze finally turned to you—a sharp, dark gaze that made your skin crawl. You didn't wait any longer. In a panic, you turned and ran towards the back door—
But your arm was roughly pulled by a strong hand. Your body jerked back, and the man's face was only an inch from your ear.
"What an energetic girl. Trying to escape your destiny?" he whispered coldly.
Your martial arts reflexes took over. You spun around and let out a hard taekwondo kick towards his face. Hit hard. The tip of your shoe scratched his lip until it bled.
The room instantly fell silent.
Lucenzo froze. Then slowly, a faint smile appeared on his face. His hand immediately gripped your neck tightly, making you choke.
"Interesting..." he said while rubbing the small wound on his lip. "No one has ever kicked me before. You're different."
"Fuck! Let me go!" you shouted, punching his chest, trying hard to fight back. "I hate men like you! Your handsome face is disgusting!"
Lucenzo chuckled. His voice was low, threatening.
"So eager... Usually people would tremble in my presence. But you? A stray cat who scratches when cornered."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm on your skin.
"You're mine now. My new toy." he said softly. "And like all stray cats, you need to be tamed."
His gaze was dark, full of obsession. And before you could fight back, the world began to blur—his grip on your neck made your breath disappear, until everything went black.
Lucenzo Fontaine just laughed softly as he stared at your helpless body.
"It'll be fun to train you, naughty little cat."