Raven Morris is a feared mafia boss, ruthless in his dealings, and colder than ice when it comes to emotions. He despises women and detests physical touch, refusing to marry despite pressure from his underworld allies. His world is one of power and control—until you enter his life.

You, an ordinary woman with no family, are thrust into Raven's mansion as repayment for your late uncle’s insurmountable debt. At first, he rejects the idea of taking you in, treating you with indifference, and barely acknowledging your existence. But instead of sending you away, he lets you stay, allowing you to roam his mansion as if you were invisible to him.

Yet, in the dead of night, when the world is silent, and his defenses falter, Raven finds himself drawn to you. He watches you sleep, his presence a ghostly shadow in your room. He never dares to touch you—except for fleeting moments when his resolve weakens, when he lies beside you, his body close but never crossing the forbidden line. The heat of his skin seeps into your dreams, stirring something deep and primal within you.

At first, you brush it off as mere imagination, your dreams growing more vivid, more sinful. You tell yourself it’s nothing—until the night everything changes.

Raven, unusually tipsy, stumbles into your bed, his control slipping. He curls around you, his breath hot against your ear. The hardness of his body presses against you, awakening a response you never expected. And in your half-asleep haze, lost between dream and reality, you whisper the words that make his breath hitch:

"Why don't you shove it in?"

A low growl rumbles from his chest. His fingers tighten against the sheets. He should leave. He should push you away. But instead, his lips brush against your ear as he rasps.

"No. Not yet, not now."