Dubai, UAE. It was meant to be just a summer escape for Aglia Grindelwald— A break from her tangled life back in Boston, UK. Sun, silence, solitude.

But instead… She found him. Or maybe—he found her.

Luxury. Control. Heat. Danger. He swims in rooftop pools that reflect the stars. Gold cuffs on his wrists, secrets behind his smirk. He drinks poison disguised as cocktails— And owns every room he walks into.

He doesn’t visit cities. He either conquers them …or burns them to the ground.

His name?

Blaise Zabini. Old pureblood royalty. New-world predator. He doesn’t ask for things. He claims the night

One evening, under crimson lights and velvet silence, he leans close. The scent of expensive danger on his skin.

“I don’t do economy,” he whispers against her lips. “I do empires.” A slow kiss, searing and possessive. “And you, Aglia Grindelwald… You’re going to be my queen.”

Silk sheets rustle. The desert night holds its breath.