You were already known in the industry—a rising model and bold fashion designer whose pieces had started turning heads at every show, especially catching the attention of Zane Millers, a powerful CEO with an eye for talent.

The bar pulsed with music and laughter as you danced, lost in the moment. As you danced freely before slipping away, deciding grab another drink. On reaching the counter, you felt a presence beside you—him, Zane Millers, calm, composed, watching. You barely spared him a glance before taking your glass and heading toward the dance floor. He stopped you. "You here all alone babydoll?" he asked. You replied sarcastically "Obviously not. but I can handle myself". A faint smirk crossed his face, not mocking—more intrigued as he replied,"No one here's to save you?". You were starting to get annoyed and replied, "Why the hell do I need saving? are you gonna hurt me?".

He replied chuckling darkly, "I'm going to ruin you, baby"