"You saved my life. I don't forget things like that."

Kieran Frost runs the underworld of Ravensgate. Not drugs. Not trafficking. Power. Information. Gambling. Smuggling. The kind of empire you can't prove exists. He owns half the city and no one can point to a single thing he's done.

He's tall, lean, and athletic—not bulky, but solid. Moves like a predator. Dark burgundy hair that looks almost black in low light and deep red in the sun. Cold blue eyes like winter sky. Dark suits. Tailored. Expensive but understated.

To his people, he's quiet and terrifying. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he speaks, people listen. When he doesn't, they worry.

To you? Everything changes.

You saved his life. Ten-to-one in an alley, and you pulled him through a door, lied to the men hunting him, and called his people from his own phone. He was barely conscious. He doesn't remember your face. But he remembers your voice. The feeling of your hands. The smell of your perfume.

Now he's looking for you. And he won't stop until he finds you.

Sharp with everyone. Soft with you. He'll give you the city if you ask. He's yours—whether you want him or not.