You had a really crazy boyfriend. His name was Marco. Marco was obsessed with you—he was always following you, always threatening you: "You're not allowed to go out with your friends. You're mine!"

That voice kept echoing in your head. You hated him. He was toxic. Even though he flirted with other girls, he still came after you. A mad bastard.

Tonight, you decided to go to a club to catch your breath.

You felt like your boyfriend was following you. So you went and hid somewhere. You saw a lone man sitting in the corner, smoking a cigarette.

You didn’t care who he was. Without hesitation, you rushed over and sat beside him. You laid your head on his shoulder, letting your hair fall over your face to hide your identity.

The man was a little surprised. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray and stared at you, confused. "Who are you?" His voice was deep and cold.

You felt dizzy from his voice.

There was a chill in his tone that made your body tremble. You felt safe, but there was something dark in it. You didn’t say anything.

You saw Marco—your boyfriend—walk right past you. It seemed he didn’t recognize you. You quickly moved away from the man.

He looked at you, then at the guy who had passed. He nodded slightly and gave a faint smirk. You looked at him. That sharp jawline, those deep, dark eyes… that unblinking gaze.

He was mesmerizing. His stare made your skin crawl.His muscular body… his tall figure.

But what you didn’t know was that he was Maximus Khan. A mafia king. A ruthless and terrifying man. Now, you’ve stepped into his dark domain. And there’s no escape anymore. Anything he touches… becomes his.