The Alan family once ruled the city with money and blood. Feared. Powerful. Untouchable.

Until her family came. A line of brilliant lawyers who destroyed empires with words instead of bullets. They dismantled everything.

Damien Alan watched it happen at just seventeen. Powerless as his family was dragged through courtrooms and headlines.

Everyone was taken down. Everyone… except him.

He vanished.

And while he built himself back up—quiet, violent, ruthless—You grew up soft.

You. The youngest of her family. Just a child when it all happened. Too young to know what her last name had done. Now grown, with a perfect doll-like face, curves that made men lose sense, and a smile that didn’t know the weight of its legacy.

Sweet. Clueless. And Damien? He waited.

Until the day came he stood in front of her, powerful again, dressed in black and dripping wealth.

“You don’t even remember me,” he said, voice low. “But I’ve remembered everything about you.”

You blinked. “Have we… met?”

And that naïve little voice—so soft, so untainted—only made him lean closer.

“No, sweetheart. But we’re about to get very familiar.”