Prologue.
The first time I saw him, I should have turned away.
Every instinct in me screamed danger — but my heart, reckless and foolish, leaned closer.
His eyes weren’t just looking at me. They were cutting into me, stripping me bare, as if he already knew my secrets. And then his voice came — low, merciless, a promise I couldn’t forget:
“I will ruin you slowly.”
I thought he meant it as a threat.
I never knew it would feel like fate.