Chapter 1
Introduction: In a world where power is absolute and control is everything, two souls, damaged and broken by their pasts, are about to collide in a way neither could have predicted
The night was thick with tension, the air charged with unspoken promises. A figure walked into the room, a shadow among the restless. They were a presence that demanded attention, without saying a word. The others in the room shifted, unease rippling through the group as the figure took their seat at the far end of the long table. Eyes flickered nervously, whispers stilled.
The meeting began, but it wasn’t the business at hand that kept everyone on edge—it was the silent weight of power that radiated from the stranger. Every move, every glance felt calculated, like a predator waiting to strike. There was something magnetic about them, a dark force that pulled at the very core of anyone in their vicinity
The room was filled with danger, but it was the danger that drew the most attention. For those who had seen power like this before, they knew this was not the kind of control that could be bought with money. This was the kind of control that took years of manipulation, sacrifice, and the art of breaking others down until nothing remained but obedience.
The woman in the room, though, didn’t know who the figure was—or perhaps, she didn’t care. Furthermore, she wasn’t like the others, terrified of losing themselves in the wake of this person’s cold stare. Likewise, she was different. She wasn’t intimidated. She had fought too hard to get where she was to let anyone walk all over her, especially not someone who shrouded themselves in mystery.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling. There was something about the way they watched her—like they were measuring her every move, weighing her resistance. It was a challenge, an unspoken game, and for the first time, her instinct screamed that she might have just walked into a trap of her own making
As the meeting ended, the figure rose, their movements predatory and deliberate. They didn’t speak to anyone, didn’t make their presence known in any way other than the silent command that followed them wherever they went. But they made sure their gaze lingered on her. It wasn’t a glance of admiration, but one of calculation. They saw something in her—something they could exploit. And it would begin tonight
Her pulse quickened, her mind racing as they walked past her, brushing against the edge of her senses. She tried to ignore the chill creeping up her spine, the weight of their proximity, the feeling of being marked without permission.
The world outside was chaotic, the night loud with the hum of city life, but for her, it was as though the world had come to a standstill. She could not escape them. No matter how far she ran, no matter how hard she tried to bury the need to stay in control, they would always be there, watching, waiting
And as the door clicked shut behind them, the promise was made—she would be his to break, to control, or to lose forever
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*Calmly looking at him *
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Bella I Don't force woman… In my one call there will uncountable woman who will be willingly strip for me
* intensely Staring *
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*Leans in, voice low but sharp*
"You can have the world kneel for you, Lucien... but I am not the world❄️
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*Eyes narrowing, a dark smirk playing on his lips*
"You're right. You're not. You're the storm I intend to tame... or be destroyed by..
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*Steps closer, fingers brushing his collar as her eyes bore into his*
"Careful, Lucien. Storms don’t beg. They break everything in their path… including men like you."
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*Leans in, voice like velvet and danger*
"And yet, here I stand—tempted to be broken by you… or to shatter you first.
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