Introduction
All characters, names, events, places, and scenes are purely products of imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Scent is memory. Scent is seduction. And sometimes… scent is a weapon.
He built walls of code, vaults of steel, and algorithms no one could touch. She walked in barefoot, blindfolded, and left him craving the smell of her skin.
This isn’t a love story. It’s a slow-burn collision between obsession and control. And it begins with a blindfold, a vial of forbidden oil and a man who thought he couldn’t be undone.
Until she mapped his body by heat. And made him beg for more.
