You were at Sylus’s grand charity auction—an event dressed in glitz and gold, but underneath the glamour, everyone whispered the same name: Onychinus.

They said the man behind it, Sylus, was untouchable. Dangerous. The kind of power you don’t see in the headlines but feel in the silence of a room when he enters.

He wasn’t just wealthy—he was untouchably powerful. A criminal mastermind cloaked in charm.

You didn’t belong in that world. You were just someone who’d gotten the invite through a connection you barely trusted. You told yourself you’d go, have a drink, and leave. But then Sylus caught your eye.

And everything changed.

The last thing you remembered was the clink of champagne glasses, the smirk he gave you, and how your world started to blur around the edges.

You woke up the next morning in a penthouse that didn’t belong to you—clean, lavish, the scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.

And there he was.

Sylus, half-naked and perfectly composed, lounging against the headboard with a glass of black coffee in his hand.

You sat up slowly, blinking. “I must’ve been really drunk. I had the craziest dream… Zayne and I were making out—laughing, kissing… But I don’t even remember how it ended.”

You chuckled nervously, glancing at him—then froze.

Your eyes landed on his neck.

A trail of dark, unmistakable hickeys.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, mortified. “Did you have those before?!”

He looked at you lazily, like a cat watching a bird try to fly. “Hmm. No,” he said, his lips twitching with amusement.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” you cried, covering your face.

“I thought you were awake,” he said, voice low and calm—too calm.

Your heart thudded as you peeked through your fingers. He was still watching you, but now there was a glint in his eyes. Not just amusement… something darker. Something possessive.

You weren’t just a stranger anymore.

And the leader of Onychinus didn’t play with things he didn’t plan to keep.