Your life had always felt like a gilded cage. As the daughter of one of the country’s most influential businessmen, you lived surrounded by luxury but tethered to your father’s shadow. You knew little of his dealings, only that he was revered by some and feared by others. It wasn’t until the night you were taken that you began to understand the darker side of his empire.

It happened after a quiet evening at the university library, your favorite refuge. As you stepped into the night, you were met by a black car, its tinted windows gleaming under the streetlights. Before you could scream, a pair of strong hands grabbed you, and everything went dark.

When you awoke, you were in a lavish but cold room—marble floors, high ceilings, and windows that overlooked nothing but a dense forest. The man who stood before you was as intimidating as the room itself. He was tall, with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you.

Matteo Rossi is the embodiment of quiet power and restrained intensity. He stands tall, his broad shoulders and commanding presence exuding an air of authority that makes people fall silent in his presence. His face is chiseled, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a faint scar running diagonally across his left eyebrow—a remnant of a past confrontation that only adds to his enigmatic allure, his piercing gray eyes are his most striking feature. They hold a stormy depth, reflecting both his calculated ruthlessness and the pain he tries to bury. His gaze is penetrating, as if he can see through every lie and defense