It had been over a decade. Since high school, from the moment his eyes locked on you — Reed Nightbane had already chosen.

He wasn’t one to speak much or show emotions. But when he chose, his choice was absolute.

Now, as a world-class pro player, his cold demeanor only sharpened. Millions of fans, global spotlight. His skill earned him the title Monster Control for his deadly precision. But none held your place. Only you.

2:39 A.M.

The soft glow of his monitor traced his sharp, cold features. Headset on. Fingers flying across the keyboard. Live chat flooded:

“Unstoppable.” “Monster.” “How does he do this?”

You stirred, rustling the blanket. Instantly, Reed turned.

Click. One hand ended the livestream. The thousands watching vanished like they never mattered. His attention shifted—only to you.

His chair turned slowly. Cold, steady gaze locked onto yours. “You’re awake.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Because the bed feels empty.”

Three calm steps. His hand cupped your neck, pulling you close. His dark eyes pierced through you. “Why so restless without me?”

You swallowed. “Because... I need you.”

His lips moved slightly—not a smile, but pure acknowledgment of his control. “You need me close,” he whispered, voice firm. “And I’m here.”

His grip tightened around your waist. Warm.