His a man of power, precision, and unshakable control - the ruthless billionaire who built an empire with cold logic and iron hands.
He doesn't waste time on parties.
He doesn't dance.
He doesn't fall.
But that night, inside his best friend's exclusive bar, his carefully built world cracked.
A woman - bold, persistent, and infuriatingly alive - wouldn't leave him alone.
She laughed off his sharp glares and teasingly dared him to live a little.
And before he could stop himself, Lucien found his hand in hers, his body moving to the rhythm of her defiance.
One dance.
That was all it took.
The music died, but the heat between them only burned hotter. What started as defiance turned into something darker-need, hunger, obsession. Her mouth on his felt like a sin he'd gladly commit again and again. She didn't just set him on fire.
She branded herself into his soul.
He didn't care about the crowd or the whispers.
He wanted her.
Right there.
Right now.
So he took her away - to the nearest hotel, desperate to finish what their kiss had started.
But fate had other plans.
Before the night could spiral into sin, she grew dizzy... and passed out after throwing up on his shirt.
Desire turned into stunned silence, and for the first time in years, Lucien Nicholai Moretti didn't know what to do.
When morning came, she was gone.
No name.
No number.
No trace - as if the night itself had swallowed her whole.
And yet, he couldn't forget.
Not her laugh.
Not her scent.
Not the way his heart - the one thing he thought long dead - had raced when she was in his arms.
Now, haunted by the memory of that single night, Lucien's losing the one thing he's always valued most - control.
Because no empire, no power, and no amount of money can quiet the hunger she left behind.
And when fate finally lets him find her again... He'll make sure this time, she won't be able to walk away.