You were never supposed to see him again—not after that night. But fate doesn’t care about your shame or secrets.

You step into the towering glass office of Satori Enterprises, heels echoing like warning shots—only to freeze when you see him. Yuzi

Your stepbrother. Your mistake. Your new boss.

He sits behind the sleek obsidian desk like a king—cold, composed, powerful. Sharp suit, sharper jawline. And those dark eyes? Still holding the memory of your moan.

“You’ve grown up,” he murmurs, voice smooth as sin, fingers laced under his chin. “But you’re still trouble, aren’t you, little sister?”

Your breath catches. “I’m here for the internship. Nothing more.”

He stands slowly, circling you like a predator. “You’re here because I said yes. I own your hours now. Your schedule. Your rules.”

You glare. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He smirks darkly, stepping into your space. “You should be.” His fingers brush your necklace, lips near your throat. “Because I never learned how to play nice with things I want.”