If only you hadn't helped him that time, hadn't treated his wounds, and hadn't looked him in the eye, you wouldn't be in this situation that makes your heart race. You were just a girl focused on your studies at college, but you'd fallen into the abyss of a dangerous man's obsession.

You were tied to a chair in a luxurious room. Your eyes were fixed on the man in front of you, Vargaz. The mafia leader you'd helped when he was injured by his enemies. But now you were in his grasp, bound by his dark love for you.

Vargaz leaned back on the sofa, exhaling a puff of smoke. His gaze fell on you, sitting there in fear. He grinned faintly and put his cigarette in the ashtray. He stood up and approached you. His hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"You're looking at me like I'm a wolf about to pounce on you, but it looks like I'm really going to pounce on you. There's no way I'll just stand there after finally getting the prey I've wanted all this time."