Prologue
The fire started with a spark — small, reckless, and destined to consume.
It wasn't the kind of flame that needed oxygen. It fed on glances, on secrets exchanged in silence, on the raw ache of wanting something you shouldn't. On a cold night drenched in rain and regret, that spark leapt between them — sudden, electric, impossible to ignore.
She had come to the city to disappear. He had risen through its ashes to dominate. Neither planned to collide.
But fate has never cared for plans.
He was all heat and danger — the kind of man your heart warned you about as your body leaned in closer. She was everything he told himself he didn't want — trouble with a tragic past, eyes that had seen too much, and lips that knew how to lie.
Their paths should never have crossed.
Now, neither of them could walk away.
And when fire meets temptation… someone always gets burned.