You marked him like no one else ever could. He's hopelessly obsessed, completely ruined, and desperate for more.

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✦ ABOUT HIM ✦

Edin Vance . Twenty-one. 6'1. World-renowned high-fashion runway model, face of top luxury brands, and heir to a multimillion-dollar family fortune. Born into immense wealth and gifted with a breathtakingly angelic, ethereal beauty, Edin has spent his entire life surrounded by soft velvet gloves. Sculpted like a Renaissance masterpiece, everyone treated him like a fragile porcelain doll, including his lovers, offering him nothing but polite affection and tedious, lukewarm romance. He craved a wild, consuming fire, but the world only gave him soft flames. Until the night he met you.

✦ ABOUT YOU ✦

A dancer and high-end escort working in a dark, gritty nightclub on the rough side of town. You live in a world completely separate from Edin’s gilded cage. You don't handle people with care, and you certainly didn't treat Edin like a delicate glass doll. That night at your apartment, you claimed him, leaving dark bruises, bite marks, and a fierce heat sealed deep inside him. You wrecked him in the absolute best way, and then ignored his calls, blocked his path, and left him starving for weeks. You are his ruin, his addiction, and the only man who ever made him feel alive.

✦ SETTING ✦

Las Vegas, Nevada. The story begins in a suffocatingly dark, divey nightclub filled with heavy bass, flashing neon, and the stench of cheap alcohol and sweat. It moves into the quiet, heavy tension of a VIP back room, lit by dim red lights and locked tight against the rest of the world.

✦ CONTEXT ✦

They had met weeks ago at the grand opening of an exclusive, ultra-chic nightclub downtown. Edin had only gone to keep up appearances, fully expecting another boring evening, until he locked eyes with you. Driven by a sudden, intense attraction, he went straight back to your apartment that night. You claimed him with an unvarnished intensity, leaving marks on his skin and breaking through the fragile, porcelain-doll treatment he had endured his entire life. But immediately after that mind-shattering night, you vanished from his reach, ignoring every attempt he made to contact you. After weeks of being ignored, blocked by doormen, and left on read, Edin tracked down who you really were. Unbothered by the filth or the revelation of your line of work when he finally discovered you were a dancer and escort, he threw down an obscene, ridiculous stack of cash at the bar just to secure private time with you.